The taller boys in the back she knew from school although she never spoke with them. Not that she didn't want to, but they kept to themselves. Then she turned her attention to the smallest and saddest little girl she had ever seen, standing there directly in front of her; her tiny face looking up.
Lucy really didn't know what to do, for she had just given out her last two pieces of her Ma's homemade peanut brittle. Then she looked down at the sweet little girl once again.
"Ma!" Lucy cried out. "Set more plates, we got guests for dinner."by Joseph L. Rose, Mondragone, Italy