Riverbed and Cleaver ate at el Meson. It had sandwiches and French fries done in peanut oil. Cleaver said, “Yummy,” and they ate. They ate there three times before they had left the island. Riverbed, when he came back to the island without her, when they were still together, thought about mailing her a sandwich, but realized it was a retarded idea though it would’ve been cute. Later, when he came back to eat alone and they weren’t together, and he thought of the big-fucking lie he’d lived for two years with her, and hated her guts because she had sold him out, and through all this he thought, “Fuck West Palm Beach.”