Right when I starting thinking I had been dealt a bad life, I met the Mrs. Palma. I was greeted at door by a tired woman, I knew the second I saw her that she worked 20 hour days everyday. She led me to her 20 dollar grimy Radio Shack phone on the kitchen counter. Quickly, I determined the static was caused by the thin mounting cord but since it was hard wired into the phone, she would have to go and find another twenty dollar phone.
From the other room, I heard a few loud grunts. She immediately responded by saying, “I will be with you in a moment.” The grunts got louder. She said, “I have another phone. Can you plug it in a see if it works? Please follow me.” We walked into the room where the grunts were coming from. “This is my son.” She kindly said. Her son looked as if he had never been out of that bed only by seeing his pencil thin legs.
He began to grunt something that only she could make out. He was thirsty and wanted water. She walked over to his table and placed a straw in his mouth. It didn’t look as if he got a gulp, most spilled on his pajamas. The boy’s neck looked as if he had been hung but cut down after the drop. Mrs. Palma then reached into a cardboard box and found another junker phone. “Please. Can you see if this works. I can’t go to Walmart until my relief comes on Tuesday.” Of course, that phone too was bad. I gave her the bad news.
Mrs. Palma then said, “That’s ok. I have my cell.” The boy then grunted something. She said, “He wanted to thank you for coming out.” I smiled at him and told her I’d find my way out. As I walked out I tried to think of the closest Radio Shack but with most closed, I couldn’t. This too will pass