Chapter 13 Shattered Dreams

• “I will make you a sandwich.” I finally spat out stubbornly. I tipped my head up, opening the door to leave.
• “A sandwich is not food.” Only a man could put such words in a sentence. Beggars could not be choosers.
• I went to moisturize my skin before I pulled on a simple dress and went downstairs. I pulled out the bread and all I would need to make the sandwich but somehow I couldn’t get through with it. His words came to me and how firmly he had said it. I shook my head. He could not boss me around.