now sitting in a banquette in a tribeca bistro, [damien echols] contemplated this exotic sandwich. when the tuna burger came, he put it close to his nose and sniffed it. same with a stalk of grilled asparagus. he eyed the crèmelike substance in the silver cup next to the tuna burger suspiciously. “what’s this?”
“wasabi,” [lorri] davis said. “it’s like a spicy mustard sauce.”
he sniffed, dipped a finger in to taste.
“i’m trying not to coddle him too much,” she said. “it’s like ‘e.t.’ — everything is so new, it’s so much fun.”
[nytimes: a death-row lovestory]
