Well, it’s come to this.
As my family (all twelve of us) huddled around the single bulb dangling from the ceiling of our dank, windowless basement apartment (we’ll have electricity for a few more days), Little Timmy looked up at me, his dirty face stained by tears of hunger and hopelessness, and he asked me,
“Daddy, will we eat today?”
I blinked, holding back my own tears, trying to come up with reassuring words for my little barefoot boy who’d only consumed an Altoids and a cricket in the past two days.
“Someone will surely buy one of my books today, Timmy.”
His big brown eyes widened. “But what if they don’t?”
All I could do was wrap my arms around his bony little body and squeeze.
“They won’t let us perish. I promise you.”
I made a promise to Little Timmy. Please, won’t you help me keep it?
For less than $5, you can help Little Timmy have his first decent meal in weeks (did I mention he suffers from Xerostomia?).
Buy a copy of “Fall Lake” today. The link is over to your right. Little Timmy thanks you.