Mikhos supposed he should have appreciated the sentiment. Other people considered it a form of recycling and opposed to sending the paper off somewhere else they had given it to him.
Of course, none of them understood exactly what he got when he ate a book. Thankfully, Menachem liked to read even more than Mikhos did. Of course, Menachem didn’t have any baggage attached to such things. Mikhos watched his expression as he perused the papers. “What is that one?”
“A series of letters. I guess someone didn’t want to keep them anymore.”
“Um. Is it all that personal?”
“That and more. Don’t worry, it’s nothing raunchy. You might actually like this.” Pulling out his phone, Menachem took a photograph of the current page and handed it over to him. “Reading it, I mean.”
Mikhos read it. “This is about Kiara.”
“Yeah. Probably between her mother and her grandmother. Kiara’s mum dumped this off. You know, since the whole fallout.”
Mikhos put the phone back on the table. “I can’t eat these. What if they make up?”
Menachem shrugged. “Your choice.”
For the first time in a long time, Mikhos sat down and actually read from the paper, without consuming it afterward.