He sat on a chair in her kitchen and railed against the world, against the bad luck, betrayals, abandonment by friends and family, against miseries and ruin heaped upon him. She nodded, sliced bread, cut meat, stirred soup and rinsed a ripe tomato in the sink. The man sat in the quiet for a long while, anger trickling away, hungry now. She took down a bowl and a plate. She ladled soup and upon the plate she placed bread, meat, sliced tomato and a dab of … was it mustard? You never know what you will get when God prepares lunch.