She arrived home to a wonderfully dark, cold apartment. She couldn’t afford food, medicine, and utilities, too. The little girl coughed as she curled up in the old worn chair under a blanket. She lit the candles and began to heat up the beans in the little fondue pot she’d salvaged from an eccentric neighbor. They ate in silence.
A week had passed when the neighbor knocked on the door with a message to call the agency. She hoped but kept herself calm. She had been to so many places; her feet ached, and still no job. “Why,” she asked herself for the umpteenth time, “why did she come back to New Orleans anyway?” The little money she had so carefully hoarded was almost gone. Now she stood on a somewhat quiet corner watching the neighborhood stores open and waiting for someone to answer the phone at the other end of the line.
She arrived home to a wonderfully dark, cold apartment. She couldn’t afford food, medicine, and utilities, too. The little girl coughed as she curled up in the old worn chair under a blanket. She lit the candles and began to heat up the beans in the little fondue pot she’d salvaged from an eccentric neighbor. They ate in silence.
A week had passed when the neighbor knocked on the door with a message to call the agency. She hoped but kept herself calm. She had been to so many places; her feet ached, and still no job. “Why,” she asked herself for the umpteenth time, “why did she come back to New Orleans anyway?” The little money she had so carefully hoarded was almost gone. Now she stood on a somewhat quiet corner watching the neighborhood stores open and waiting for someone to answer the phone at the other end of the line.