Roberta POV
I put the fillings on the table. Buns, cooked meat patties, lettuce, tomatoes, onions and sauces, and a few other bits and pieces, and he made each hamburger a towering masterpiece. I think he enjoyed making the burgers as much as he ate them. Trying different sauces with each, he acted like he had not tasted half of the food on the table before. Bobby ate the hamburgers I cooked like he had when he ate the cake. For such a small boy, he managed to polish off three, before he had had enough, which made me want to go to his house and see what they had in the cupboards and fridge. This poor lad was half-starved. I guess having to make your food with whatever is in the house, could make it difficult for such a small child, and for how long had he been doing this on his own?
Bobb
