lived alone in a small apartment. Each morning she went out to the shops
to buy vegetables, fruit, bread and meat. She put her groceries in a
cart and pulled it behind her. It was difficult for her to carry the
cart up the stairs to her door, but every day she did it. She'd sit
alone at night and miss her husband, Harry, who had passed away years
before. Sometimes Mrs. Livingstone cried because she was so lonely.
One morning she
heard the rain falling against her window. “Oh no! Not another rainy
day! I don't think I can stand this gloom. I wish the sun would come
out.” She pulled her curtains back and watched the raindrops sliding
down the glass pane. She noticed a man standing across the street. He
didn't have a coat. “That man hasn't got a home. How sad. I wonder if
he's lonely too.” She grabbed her umbrella and walked across the street.
“Hello. My name's Mrs. Livingstone. Would you like to come to my
apartment and have some hot soup and bread?”
Jack smiled at
her. “I'd love that, Mrs. Livingstone.”
They feasted on
ham soup, full of lentils, carrots, onions and bits of tender ham. She
sliced several slices of hot bread and spread butter on each piece.
Jack ate four
slices and three bowls of soup. “Thank you, Mrs. Livingstone. Is there
anything I can do for you, to repay you for your kindness?”
wrapped a piece of cake in a paper napkin. “Here. This is for you. Why
don't you come back tomorrow and you can eat lunch with me again. You
don't have to do anything. I am happy to help.”
Jack took the
cake and left.
worried about him as she walked to the shops. “At least the rain has
stopped.” She bought some carrots, a cabbage, a bottle of milk and a bag
of apples. When she got home, she stood at the door. “I'm so tired. I
don't have the energy to carry my cart up the stairs.” She turned the
knob of the door and stopped.
Livingstone. Let me help you!” Jack grabbed the cart and pulled it up
the steps. He helped her unload the food too.
“Stay and have a
cup of tea with me.” Mrs. Livingstone took his hand. “Please?”
Mrs. Livingstone let Jack stay in her extra bedroom. Every day he went
shopping with her and helped her carry the groceries and every day Mrs.
Livingstone fed him. He helped her do things around the house, like fix
the leaky taps and polish her kitchen floor. Neither Jack nor Mrs.
Livingstone was ever lonely again.