He’d been smiling the whole way home, along the street, in front of strangers. When he got home, he turned the dial on his stove for the lower right burner, lit it up to red, opened a can with a can opener, and poured the cylindrical goop into a pot. In a little while the soup was bubbling, and he poured the soup into a bowl. In a few hours, he went to the bathroom, and as he faced the toilet, he inhaled. He smelt beef cubes, carrot cubes, and potato, but he zipped up and didn’t dwell on it.