Peanut Butter and Rabies
The aged woman with glasses, doing charity
work, wants some charity herself. The nights
at this place have been long— the kids get
disgruntled, people aren’t bringing in as much
food as they used to. If it’s another peanut
butter and jelly night, she has to bear the brunt.
All the kids see is a half-empty plate. Her
husband won’t come anymore— the atmosphere
is too strained. The kids, she thinks in spite of
herself, are like a bunch of dogs with rabies.
And, as she can’t tell, they think the same of her.