“Sam, what’s the meaning of life? I mean, when it comes down to it, why are we even here?”
“Are you trying to be funny, Sam? I’m asking you a serious question. I’d appreciate a serious answer.”
“Is that all you ever think about?”
“You know that’s why you’re so fat, right?”
“Yes, food. For cripes sake, Sam. Are you even paying attention? ”
The boy at the edge of the pond threw another handful of breadcrumbs into the water.
Sam gobbled the soggy bread and Margaret kept babbling about the meaning of it all.