Jane puts on her best dress. She is going to have a visitor. She cannot go out but she wants to wear a nice dress now.
The phone rings. This is the signal that the man is in front of the house. She goes to the door.
“Second floor,” she says and opens the front door.
She can hear footsteps. The man comes in and they talk for hours. She hasn’t had such a nice conversation since her husband died more than a year ago. She is so happy he doesn’t mind she has a small baby. She likes the man very much. And she shows it.
“Oh, yes you need to try this,” she says when the silence is too long. She takes out a small glass from the fridge.
“What is that?”
“Rice pudding.”
“Rice pudding?”
“Yes a friend advised me to make you rice pudding.”
The man takes a spoonful.
“It is really not bad. Your friend was right. It is really good,” he says but he doesn’t really mean it. But he wants to be polite.
“It is made from breast milk. My milk.”
The man jumps up and runs to the toilet. She can hear him puke.
Originally posted 2020-07-29 19:53:00.