Day Old Bread (cont'd)

I glanced down at my empty plate and then quickly back up to my glaring sister. Her hands were on her hips as if she were waiting for me to stand up and join her little one person revolution. I was quite perplexed. Although I agreed the idea of eating food that could have possibly been nestled beside a dirty diaper or rotting meat wasn't rather appealing, but there was no denying the danish was delicious.

I looked down at the beach and watched a dad chase after his toddler taking a tumble in the surf. A few feet away another gaggle of children were burying another child in the sand up to his neck. Clearly these people were vacationers and by all outward appearances we looked like vacationers as well. How lucky were we to be in a beachside cottage? The glaringly obvious exception was that there were six of us crammed into the 700 square foot home for three months, not for a long carefree weekend.

Yep, my sister was still standing there; her face a myriad of fury, pimples and utter disbelief.

I started to think if I ignored her she would walk off in a huff, but she continued to stand and stare at me with her beady little eyes. She was really expecting me to do something with her. What did she want me to do? Were we going to form a sit in to demand better and more sanitary food? Were we going to demand an apology from our parents for feeding us danish? Were we going to demand a change in our crammed living arrangements?

The cottage door slammed shut again and out marched my other sister, Jennifer, who was 16 at the time and quite the rebel of the family. In her hand was a plate with a piece of the danish on it. I was finally furious, but not for the reason you think. I was furious because she had seconds!

"Tastes good to me," Jennifer declared with a shrug of her shoulders as she took a huge bite.

"You all are so absolutely and completely disgusting," Allison said as she stormed off down the boardwalk in a snit.

I hungrily watched my sister devouring her little piece of heaven and found myself wondering what other things we could find in the Winn Dixie dumpster? Could there be little gems like donuts, or even cookies?

One thing for sure is my sister, Jennifer, was a conspiring girl and I was usually her partner in crime. Her mind was always scheming up some new plan or venture for us to get into and this dumpster diving revelation was no different.

"All right. Dad said if we hit up the dumpster in the morning the store employees put the day old bakery things in the dumpster. So if we get there early enough they won't be sitting in the dumpster for that long," Jennifer said as she blotted her plate with the fingertip of her index finger. "If you want to come with me we split the findings."

To be cont'd.