when you gotta eat. . .you gotta eat

my aunt t. went to a hospice home today to visit an old family friend that is dying. my uncle, cousin, and pseudo aunt p. were up there as well. aunt p. is lovely, but nuts. as everyone is visiting and making small talk during this very somber moment, aunt p. goes into her purse (actually it was a men's shaving kit that she had repurposed to be her purse) and begins to fish around. she pulls out a fast food hamberger wrapper and asks where her hamburger is. continues to fish around. then finds the hamburger among her chapstick and snot rags. takes a few bites and continues to visit with those around her. aunt t. told me that aunt p. was taking bites of it the whole visit. i think aunt p. could really use clementine's provision services.