Umber (19.17 — Vera’s Story)
March 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
It was a long time before I felt any enthusiasm for cooking after that. Grandma began bringing desserts for Sunday dinner, though I was too wrapped up in self-pity to appreciate them. I think she brought canned fruits and relishes as well. But I had resigned myself to the living the life of a martyr, suffering in silence, at least for the time being. In my naïve self-centered view of the world, I believed that I was living a life full of the worst sort of drudgery. I made childish plans for my adult life. Maybe I would go to New Jersey, board the Spotted Cow, and head to Picardy. I began drawing maps.