Crabby Lady came towards me with her broom in her hand.

I cower when people are angry with me.

When I came to Iowa in 8th grade I remember ducking down into a corner when another student raised his hand as if to punch me. His face looked stricken and he bent down, “I’m sorry to scare you. I was welcoming you to school.”

He grew up to be a fine kind man.

I grew up to know most people would not beat me.

But, there was mean looking Crabby Lady — with a broom!

“Has your cat come home?” I asked with a smile.

“No he hasn’t. I’m afraid because some people are mean to black cats.”

She talked on about when he came to live with her, his habits, and how she missed him.

“Thank you for asking about him.”

Crabby Lady is Sad Lady.