I put my plate down on the card table by the bed. I go dip her up some water. I come back, pick up my plate. Look like a little mouse been nibbling the biscuit, a rat run off with the ham. She act like nothing happen. Begin to complain bout being tired. Doze on off to sleep. Mr. _____ ast me how I git her to eat. I say, Nobody living can stand to smell home cured ham without tasting it. If they dead they got a chance. Maybe. Mr. _____ laugh.
