Chapter 8 - Hannah Searches Frantically Through The Chilly Laundromat Racks
Back across the street, Hannah burst through the front doors of Monroe’s Diner in a state of absolute panic.
Her eyes scanned the crowded booths until she spotted her son sitting comfortably with an elderly woman.
She rushed across the linoleum floor, her boots squeaking loudly as she reached their table out of breath.
“Milo! What on earth were you thinking running across the street by yourself?” Hannah gasped, scooping him into her arms.
“I’m sorry, Mom... I just wanted to buy her soup with my money,” Milo explained, pointing to the plastic jar on the table.
Hannah froze, looking from the jar of coins to the elderly woman eating soup in the faded brown coat.
The anger draining from her chest was instantly replaced by a crushing wave of bittersweet understanding.
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This was where all the hidden crackers, the cold toast, and the saved cereal had been heading in his mind.
He wasn't hoarding food out of anxiety; he was building a tiny empire of survival for anyone who needed it more.
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