As punishment I have to go to bed early. It s still light out. I can't go to sleep with the street lamps still off. Ruth yells for me to go to bed when she hears me fidget, so I better be quiet. Breakfast is a bowl of Cheerios and a half of grapefruit.
Grapefruit is like everything evil in the world, halved.
Around noon she comes home for lunch - Arby's roast beef. I can never watch her walk up the sidewalk. Too nerve wracking. Imagine my surprise today when instead of Arby's she carries in a pigeon their pigeon - bundled in a length of her beach towel. I didn't want this one anyway, is her justification for the towel.