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She scooped the Kraft Dinner out of the thin pot, onto the gold and white plates and then placed a naked hot dog, beside the noodles. Wanted to vomit from the smell that filled her nose.
"I want ketchup," Tommy said, from behind her.
"Me, too. Me, too," Sissy echoed.
No manners. But it did not matter.
"There is none,” Momma picked up the smelling plates; her eyes watching a ray of sunlight splashing the wall underneath the cupboards.
And Tommy said nothing in reply, but she could feel his eyes burning into the kitchen table; right through the metal.
She turned and two steps and dumped the plates; fast, onto the table, in front of the two children.
Then Momma left the room; headed towards the washroom. Could feel the bile, burning the back of her tongue. Her cold feet slapped to a stop in the middle of the living room.
She took two, deep breaths.
Momma sat down on the couch. She busied herself, pushing back her cuticles, from scratched nails.
She heard the backdoor open; metal on wood.
"Daddy!" Sissy shrieked, just a second later; bubbled with laughter.
Momma looked down, at herself. She had been wearing the yellow dress for three days.
And today, she did not even care, as she stood up.
Running her hands to smooth her skirt, she stepped over to lean herself into the kitchen doorway. Arms crossed.
Chet needed to take those two children out for supper; even though she hated hotdogs.


AJ said…
Were you looking thru my kitchen window again last night Queenie? *LOL*

Kraft Mac n' Cheese with naked hot dogs was my kids FAVORITE meal when they were little.

And I always use ketchup!


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