Susan looked around her, she felt cloth, and picked up the clothes. Grandfather must have left them, She concluded. She put on the clothes and looked at herself. A lavender shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. I need to sleep and eat.
She left the junk-filled yard and started to walk. She didn't know where to, but she walked. She saw a man behind her with a cup of coffee. She saw a woman in front of her struggling with a few bags and a carriage. I have an urge to help her. Is this who I am now? She thought.
"Do you need some help?" She asked the woman.
"I guess I might," The woman replied.
Susan took the bags and saw a big meaty chicken sticking out of one of them, "Are you making Christmas dinner?" She asked.
"Yes," The woman replied.
"I went to one at my old neighbor's house last night. They made the best ham ever," Susan said.
Then they began talking about recipes and pies and what the baby in the carriage, Jackie, could eat. Finally they arrived at the woman's home.
"Could I get you a snack?" The woman asked her.
"I guess I am a bit hungry," Susan lied, she was actually starving.
"I have never seen you in the school before," The woman asked, "are you moving here?"
"I…don't know yet," She said.
"What is your name?" The woman asked.
"Joan Smith," Susan said before she could process the question, for some reason she didn't want to use her real name, "what is your name?"
"Barbara Chesterton," The woman said.
What should be Susan's "Fish Fingers and Custard". I was thinking pickles and peanut butter or broccoli and peanut butter.