It’s First Line Friday again over at MindloveMisery’s Menagerie. This week our first line is, The cafe began to feel like her only real home.
The cafe began to feel like her only real home. At least there, she was treated with respect. Tonja was grateful she’d had the foresight to take this job, just for something to do during the summer break. Her husband Charles was an attorney and she, herself taught philosophy at the University. It’s not like they needed the extra money.
Things were fine until Charles’ teenaged children decided to move in. Since that day, her home life had become a living hell. The twins, Randy and Sandy, treated her more like a maid than their stepmother. Charles simply laughed it off—even when Randy had “jokingly” called her ‘Aunt Jemima’ when he asked for more pancakes.
It hurt, but that morning certainly put things in perspective for Tonja.
Her mother had been right: the term ‘white trash’ didn’t discriminate according to income.