Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Stale sandwiches

He called today. Sounded upbeat.

"Mom, could you send me some food?"

"Food? You want me to mail you food from 3,000 miles away?"

"Yes, please. I'll be out of food in two days and I don't get paid until next week."

Food.

Gawd, it's hard to be hard. Hearted, that is. I'm bad at it.

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