I’m eating dinner.
Being my usual fatass self.
I’m watching TV.
I can barely hear the conversation going on at the table.
Its like they’re scheming almost.
They talk in low voices.
Which for them is stating the impossible.
With being Jewish comes a voice that carries.
But today its controlled.
I concentrate on the voices.
My attempt to listen.
He tells her works not going to well.
How can this be?
Everyday he comes home and says he made tire quotas.
Is this why he was home before me?
More money would be nice with a strain in his voice he says.
Is this his way of saying more money is needed.
Otherwise a roof over our head is a luxury that may be taken away?
I look at my plate of food.
I decide I’m no longer hungry.
Maybe if I stopped eating dinner we’d have more money.
I need to loose some weight anyway.
I’ll live.
This family may not.