All the house lights on the street had gone out. Running dark, Eric turned the corner and pulled up in front of Marty’s house.
“Dad, why are we dropping this food off when the Johnsons are in bed?” Mandy asked.
“Marty won’t ask for help, peanut. It hurts his pride that he can’t provide for his family.”
“He’ll still know someone left it for them.”
Eric, still thankful for the unknown benefactor who had helped him out years ago, replied, “He won’t know who and he’ll still be able to hold his head up and look me in the eye.”
That was beautiful.
Beautiful, Dascha.