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All the Indiana snow is packed high up along sidewalks and streets.  Dreams as Feri sleeps are just a blur each morning on her way to work. Feri a young Italian girl works at the cafe on Enter street.

There isn't much to do all with only ten dollars a week but go to the cinema to take her mind off of work her weight problem and debt that all keep her snowed in her little room in the attic.

There she does 100 crunches and jump ropes while listening to talk radio shows about world news.  Feri 38 years old divorced mother of three high school graduates who are all away at university.

 She loves animals and politics. She isn't into cake or cheese burgers. It makes her laugh to think of where her dollar lands.
Sitting at work on break is a time to eat and go back to work.  She is good at research work, collecting data for others and so Feri avoids all social contract when possible. She often told her children not to be hard on their selves and to look at the good in people.

 "You'll be alone all your life," says her papa.

"You want to stay the same or youd change." Said her ma.


The cafes water heater was broke.  The sink flooded. High turn over rates in staff turned everyone into constant boat rockers to see who would get wet and fall overboard next. A.k.a. who would last or leave the job and how.

How was is that finger nails were uneven?
What?  Sweaty wet socks from the snow, time to get up its time to go again alone face the cold winter dark.

What?  Pants to pull up and off just as everyone else.  Embracing the world as a pilgrim in a foreign land. Minutes fall away with chance.  Nothing is impossible.  Toothpaste is always the same.  It comes out of the tube the same and in the middl of the night that is comforting.  Brushing my teeth sucks.  Its minutes before work and I'm waiing for the last second to go.  My frozen truck needs more time in the morning and I am stuck listening to the churning of my mind.  Its foggy and tired.

The make up while she drives on her face is not enough. The food stains on the carpet and her pants keep her distracted.

 Huh?

Did you hang up on me? Asked her boss.

What do you mean? In you no. Think getting fired was the worst thing after making a choice to live is then worser.
an impossible thing to give is the soul
to good gum chewers.

there isn't enough cob webs what is there to do to clean.  Greasy french fries off and on with the trauma of death by vegetables stories.