Umber (19.23 — Vera’s Story)
April 4, 2012 § 1 Comment
As I watched Ervin enjoying himself outside while I stood at the stove, the months of self-pity brought on by my stubborn, childish refusal to accept my situation caught up with me. My life really wasn’t all work and no play, though at the time that’s how it seemed. I was sick of the extra responsibilities that had been thrust upon me, and, watching Ervin goofing off, I was overcome with jealousy and frustration. I hurled a beefsteak clear across the kitchen, shrieking towards the parlor, “I’m sick of meat and potatoes!” The steak lay like the carcass of a small animal on the floor. It left a big dark wet spot on the wall.