They plan, and they fix, and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorch, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans… So when the bread didn’t rise, and the fish wasn’t quite done at the bone, and the rice was scorched, he slapped Janie until she had a ringing sound in her ears and told her about her brains before he stalked on back to the store.

Their Eyes Were Watching God