Meat Judgment

Before I left, I headed into the side door of the house where the party was. There was a deli counter with a butcher cutting up meats. I asked him for these tiny squares of thinly-sliced assorted meats so he sliced them one-by-one with a tiny knife and started putting them on a scale. I was freaked out because I had no idea how much it would cost. I grabbed a handful from the scale and shoved them into my mouth like candy. I immediately felt a wave of shame overcome me because I was a vegetarian. I turned around to see if anyone was looking and sure enough, Misty and her best/boyfriend Andrew were sitting on this old orange couch looking at me with eyes of judgment. Neither of them said a word but their eyes were full of hatred; they were calling me a liar and an animal killer. I slowed my chewing down because I felt so bad. I wanted to spit it out. I could taste ham in my mouth and I.........