ABSTRACT
My hands shake when I am hungry, and I have always been hungry. Not for food; I have always had enough biscuit-fat to last me. In college I got breakfast, lunch, and dinner with my dormitory fees, but my restless hunger didn't abate. It was having only four dollars till the end of the month and not enough coming in then. I sat at a lunch table with the girls who planned to go to the movies for the afternoon, counting three dollars in worn bills, the rest in coins, over and over in my pocket. I couldn't go see any movies.
