Everything she did was precise and tidy in a robotic way. “I had dinner at Celeste’s. I’d already started eating when a strange woman came in and asked me if she could sit at my table. Of course she could. Her gestures were jerky and she had bright eyes in a little face like an apple…she called Celeste over and ordered her whole meal all at once, in a voice that was clear and very fast at the same time…she opened her bag, took out a slip of paper and a pencil, added up the bill in advance, then took the exact amount, plus tip, out of a vest pocket…Then she stood up, put her jacket back on with the same robotlike movements, and left” [Camus 43].
As Wolf describes the food being presented to her "retinue of sauces and salads... the sharp and the sweet” and “wine glasses being emptied and filled”, it makes the audience feel as if they are in a different world; a world of prestige. The men were treated with respect and were positioned as a superiority. Whereas in the women's college Wolf describes the dinner to be “ready” and nothing out of the ordinary. Her tone promptly changes to a tone of depression and poignancy which makes her encounter to be poor. The food that is being served is portrayed as a “ very plain gravy soup,” which shows that Wolf was not fond of the dinner and expected much more.
“Can I help with anything?” He asked Krissy. “Yeah, come with me, you can help bring out the condiments.” They both stepped into the kitchen. No one was there. Krissy opened the refrigerator and started handing Sam bottles of mustard, ketchup, mayonnaise, relish, and jalapeños. She picked up one more item from the back shelf, a jar half full of pickles.
Janie!” My Mommy yelled a bit louder in hopes of a reply from the upstairs hallway. Her voice echoed down the stairwell and through the hollow kitchen, bouncing off the walls and metal appliances. “I’m almost done!” I shout back to her while running around the kitchen putting away the cleaning supplies. I pull a stool back over to the other side of the kitchen to reach a glass cup for the second time. This time, to not repeat my last accident, I put the cup on the table next to my jelly sandwich.
A delicious smell wafted from the kitchen of the little house on Dauphin Island as I stepped inside the door. My friends Sarah and Selena Sweeney were already crowding their mom against the stove, plates pushed out in front of them like a medal they were showing off. “Enfrijoladas!” they exclaimed, fighting for the first of several of the strange-looking blobs folded onto their outstretched plates. I timidly tasted a bite of the blobs, and I soon was devouring my fourth plate of the Enfrijoladas right next to them. Enfrijoladas are a Mexican comfort food similar to a Black Bean Burger.
The block leader informed the family that it was lunchtime and to walk over to the nearest mess hall. The line to the food was very long and the girl was very hungry hoping the food will be good after the wait. Many of the people were doing something different some ran around the hall others barely moved and some waited impatiently. The lunch was two canned sausages, one lob of boiled potato, and a slab of bread. The mess hall was crowded so the girl had to separate from her family and find a seat.
A few moments later, a villager reluctantly offered a pinch of salt. Timothy then stated, “A few carrots would help these stones to turn into soup even more quickly!” Another villager raced to his house, returning with a beautiful bunch of carrots. By the end of the evening, nearly every villager had contributed food to the pot, and a splendid soup resulted! The villagers gave substantial portions of it to the soldiers, thanked them for teaching them that they had all they needed if they combined their possessions, and bid them farewell. But what became of our three soldiers?
It felt like the small rocks were inside of me, gliding through my veins, destroying my nerves; but, I could still feel the ghosts of the fall. I knew I had to clean my hand up before things took a turn for the worse. Knowing that waiting would lead to worse consequences, I stumbled a quarter mile to our family friend’s house. Just by looking at their faces, I could tell that they knew they needed to act fast. Mrs. Craig, the friend’s mother, took me inside and gently dabbed a wet paper towel on my wound.
She cuts the bread and serves to all of us in a calmly manner exactly the way we didn’t want her to. Our whole family including her agreed that she would fail at working at a restaurant. I loved our family moments especially the ones that she got a chance to be in. I wish I valued those moments more when she was here. Then BOOM reality smacked me across the face and she still was truly very ill.
She all of a sudden felt really lonely and upset. When she finished unpacking her things into the small dresser she put the book under the pillow. After a bit of free time, they went to the mess hall for dinner. There was mashed potatoes, gravy and what looked like canned chicken salad. After one bite Cassandra was done.