The Way I Remember It : A Reminder To A Sister

Two tiny plastic dogs: one white, one black. A set of Scotties.

The kind of cheap plaything parents buy for a noisome child in the backseat while traveling the New Jersey Turnpike. The kind of plaything a desperate single-mother with few prospects, and no money, few friends, and two children buys in desperation at the rest stop to quiet a noisome child---even though the purchase empties her purse of her last bit of change.

And still several miles (and several tolls) to go.