Ada’s reusable grocery bag of scavenged, half-rotten fruit scraped the ground as she dragged herself along the sidewalk. Only 61, she was withered and looked 154.
“Can I help with that?” her neighbor Cara asked as they separately approached their apartment building.
“Put it at my door,” Ada said.
“Absolutely,” Cara said, trying to be positive this time.
A minute later, Ada dropped herself into the big chair on her porch. Then she hurled an overripe grapefruit at Cara.
“You know your kind has never been welcome here,” Ada said as she also lobbed a moldy orange at the mailman.
“Can I help with that?” her neighbor Cara asked as they separately approached their apartment building.
“Put it at my door,” Ada said.
“Absolutely,” Cara said, trying to be positive this time.
A minute later, Ada dropped herself into the big chair on her porch. Then she hurled an overripe grapefruit at Cara.
“You know your kind has never been welcome here,” Ada said as she also lobbed a moldy orange at the mailman.
