A woman stood by the large pot on the stove. Would you like a little bit of soup? Yes, if you can spare some, the other woman answered. As the first woman was putting the soup in a yellow bowl, a middle aged fat man came into the kitchen. His tone of voice was mocking and angry at the same time. What have we here? Are we feeding the hungry traitor? Are we feeding the traitor who would call ICE? The first woman handed the bowl to the other woman. She opened a door and closed it tight. Ice? I never said anything about ICE.
What are you doing, Maria? From her room the other woman heard the fat man. Are you giving her food? Maria yelled back something that the other woman couldn’t understand. She thought of giving back the bowl of soup. No, I won’t. This time I’ll enjoy this. She’s a good cook.