She exposed him as chimerical and resolute. He tried and tried to convince her of his valorous nature but eventually the pantry lay bare. The concern was all hers and hers alone.
In the beginning, he was a man with a dream and potential.
Now he was just a man with a dream and no income.
He was her man, who could not support his family.
The dream occupied all of his waking hours.
Acting on the dream wasn’t actually apart of the dream.
The income would never follow. Every fiber of her being was certain of this.
“Cactus tastes good. “ He told her, “So do dandelion greens.”
She wrinkled her nose and thought, “this is all too bitter for me.”