“Yes, I felt so bad for her. I gave her a bunch of stuff. I wonder if she lives in the neighborhood.”
When my mother was preparing dinner a few days later, she found the pantry was full. She yelled for my grandmother.
“You didn’t, did you? Who gave you all this? We have to return it. I am so embarrassed.”
My grandmother said, “What are you talking about?” and looked down, sheepish.
We ate well for the first time in months.