The smell of delicious pot roast brought Elise back to reality. She was ravenous, how long had it been since she had a good meal? She usually just ate something at the bar, or waited until she got back to the motel and ate something simple. This was definitely what she needed to cheer her spirits after the disappointment of the apartments she looked at today. Margie laid the food in front of her, “Pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy, a biscuit and some milk. I know my comfort foods”, she winked at Elise and patted her stomach.
“Are you really going to eat that?” John asked as he sneered at her from across the oak dining room table. She put her fork down and looked at her plate and then back at him. “No, I’m not, you are right I don’t need to eat this much food”. She picked up her plate and excused herself from the table sneaking tiny bites of food into her mouth before she scraped her plate in the garbage. What a waste of such a delicious Chicken Alfredo. She had spent a fair amount of time making it, seasoning the chicken just like he asked her to. She knew she wasn’t fat, if anything she was too skinny. It seemed like she wasn’t allowed to eat anything these days.
As Elise stared at her plate she pushed this memory out of her head, she took a huge bit of the moist pot roast. It melted in her mouth and exploded with flavor. She wished she could cry out “Take that!! You asshole!” but she was pretty sure it would draw some concerned looks her way. She wished she could afford to eat here more often. She beckoned to Margie to come over to the booth, “Everything alright dear”? Laughing quietly under her breath she said, “Yes Margie, I was just wondering if I could get another roll.” Margie was only too happy to oblige her. Could this be what freedom tasted like?
© Ashley M. Nee 2012