I was compelled to feel the greatness of being a single mother then a single grandmother. And the image of the single grandmother earning a living while an unmanly father nursing the poor little girl full-time, was compelling too.
A pregnant silence smoked. The formerly harmonious sound of cracking sunfl ower seeds and peanuts dissolved as the chat died. All over the fl oor was spread waste. The mess suddenly struck me as a road of unexposed tripe, and I was overwhelmed by the ridiculous chaos.
