Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself and popped it into his mouth. He then gestured grandly to the five tiny, mangled cubes of bread resting on his desk. "Help yourselves," Arthur said through dry lips.
Arthur looked at the five of them. He looked down at his single, beautiful sourdough roll. He thought about the three minutes he had spent toasting it to perfection on his cast-iron skillet at 6:00 AM. I Hope You Brought Enough for Everyone! (16.12....
The trouble with the Department of Records was the silence. It was so quiet that when Arthur opened his desk drawer to retrieve his napkin, the sliding mechanism sounded like a thunderclap. When he untucked the wax paper from around his sandwich, it crackled with the intensity of a brushfire. Arthur took the smallest, crust-only piece for himself
"Is that... fig?" Miller’s head rose another three inches. Arthur looked at the five of them