Disclaimer: this project is drafted on a Blackberry Curve using non-standard word processing programs.
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The sounds of a young child can be heard throughout the cold silence of the misty-filled night. The city was quiet, not more than usual for a mid-Autumn night in St. Louis. But little Jerich pierced the night.
"Hush, little one," whispered Paul.
"He needs some milk," pleaded Jeanne. "I told you we ran out last night. Did you get some after work?"
A big sigh accidentally escaped his lips. If only he had some money to get some milk, he thought. Two hours earlier, the young father had spent several hours walking through downtown St. Louis looking for any fallen money--he had yet to begin begging. But that soon may be the only choice.
"Honey, I tried to get some, but the store was out of milk when I went by," Paul lied to Jeanne. "I will go back tomorrow; the manager said he'd have a shipment in tomorrow."
"But...", interrupted Jeane.
"Jeanne, I am sorry. I tried. Can't you use some of the water?"
Jeanne's eyes began to tear up as she thought about her baby. She turned away from Paul.
"There is only enough for the two of us."
"It'll be okay, Jeanne. Give him my share."
"Are you sure? I already ate something today. He can have mine."
"No!" yelled Paul. He noticed she was crying. "I mean, Jeanne, someone at work brought in food today for his, uh, birthday. I have eaten a lot today. Besides that what did you eat?"
"Um... A cracker."
"That's what I thought."
Thinking about his next step
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