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.


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