“Gladys was a hefty Puerto Rican” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Monday October 7, 2019
5 minutes
Anything For Love
Ruth L. Schwartz

Gladys makes soup with whatever is left in the crispers of her fridge. A shrivelled rutabaga, three wrinkled carrots, half a browning cauliflower, onion, turmeric, garlic. She’ll add kale, chard and cilantro at the end. It’s Monday. Finally the house is quiet. Finally there is no one asking her questions, asking her for help, asking her for something to drink. Gladys savours Mondays like others savour Fridays. Martinez leaves by six, the boys are on the curb waiting for the school bus at seven forty five, and even Eartha, the old ginger cat, is out on the front lawn lying in the sun.