#2

The Crowd—The sitting area in front of your doorstep is a stoop, and the best-sellers at Dunkin’ Donuts are crullers and olycooks.

The Cook—I was dazed and everywhere was dark as I was thrown from one end of the small cubicle to another.

The Rich Lady—Bought and sold, swapped, detained, raped and tortured, deceived, trafficked, despoiled.

The Crowd—Here, they’re called friedcakes.

The Cook—I started calling on the name of God. … I started reminiscing on the verses I read before I slept. I read the Bible from Psalm 54 to 92. My wife had sent me the verses to read that night when she called me before I went to bed.

The Rich Lady—I don’t want a society in which women have a price.

The Cook—Oh God, by your name, save me… The Lord sustains my life.

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