I sat down the box on the curb. It was getting heavy and I had started to feel warm. I eased behind the bush. There was Bertha and Audrey. I did not want them to see me with the box. Didn’t need them teasing me about how poor I was. I watch them laughing and shaking their butts as they walked down Normandie. Cute shorts I thought. I looked at my old jeans I had cut off at the knees. I would not be getting any summer clothes or new school clothes unless a miracle happened into my life or the church had another giveaway. We were dirt poor worst than somebody that received a check from the state. I knew for a fact that Bertha and Audrey’s mother didn’t work, but they always had nice clothes to wear. It was difficult to accept the fact that my mother worked twelve hour shits at BG bottling plant and we still never had any extra money. Last summer I had a job at the park, couldn’t work this summer since somebody needed to watch Granny. Uncle Bo was coming to stay with us to help take care of Granny at the end of the summer, but for now it‘s my job. I walked and sweated with that box and for a moment I felt like taking out the bread and leaving the rest of the stuff on the curb but that would be stupid because we could use every bit of what was in that box.

Again I was glad Charles wasn’t in front of his house as I passed holding the box. Thank goodness for small miracles. I went to the back of the house and let myself inside. Granny was sound asleep. I went into the kitchen and put the food away. I took the box to my room. I could use it to store some stuff. I opened the closet and sat it on the floor. I was exhausted. I laid across my lumpy bed but not before I had took off Grace’s tennis and hid them under the bed. Grace shoes bought me luck today. I took the crumpled dollar bill out of my pocket and slid it under my mattress. For a few minutes I thought about giving it right back to Granny and then I figured I would save it for the next time she hollered about buying four loaves of bread. Next time I might not be as fortunate but least I would have half the money to buy two loafs of bread and two would be better than not being able to buy four, yeah next time I would tell granny it was a depression and a person could only buy two loaves. I smiled to myself as I thought about it. Yeah next time I would tell Granny that lie with my fingers crossed and hope she wouldn’t ask for the change.