Tag: to have and have not

Then there was lunch.  You had to stop and eat it; that’s the way it was.  You had to stop hiking up the long dry slope and sit down and eat the lunch.  If you didn’t eat it you might keel over and then your face would go sideways down onto the dust and you’d smell the dust deep in your nostrils and your cheek would look all fat and spread out against the dusty trail.  So you would reach into your rucksack until your fingers touched the flat metal sides of it, and you’d fish it up out of the rucksack, and set it on a rock and just look at it for a while.  It wasn’t like other cans.  The shape was different.  It was partly a square and partly an oval.  And it had a blue paper covering, with a picture of it.  And it said Spam in big letters.  That was all.  Just Spam. You took it into you...