charity

Charity.

When the old lady who sat alone at
a table near mine had finished eating,
the waiter cleared the table and brought
her, a cup of coffee. From an enormous
bag she took up some knitting and, yes,
knitted. She looked up, smiled, she had
lovely eyes, clear as a doll’s, and said,
to no one specific that she was making
wooly socks for the children of Angola
which, was very nice of her even if a bit
eccentric, we the other guests smiled too
I would have thought the socks more apt
for poor Eskimos in, say, Greenland; and
wondered if the others thought as I.