Umber (47.37 — Oleander’s Story)

September 13, 2012 § Leave a comment

Mama worked so many hours now.  As soon as she got home, she started making dinner, trying to make the the best meal possible from the meager store of ingredients that we had on hand.  She always managed to come up with something good and it seemed as if we ate better now than before Daddy left, when there’d been more money to spend on food.  Mama could make a cobbler out of a can of peaches, soup from a bone and some cabbage leaves, and a Thanksgiving  feast from a scrawny chicken and a pumpkin from the garden in our back yard.  We always had enough to eat.  Even so, I was losing weight.  Mama noticed, and started giving me extra helpings at every meal.

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