Jane and Dick have gone through the denial stage of grief.
They’ve accepted they can no longer afford fancy prepared meals with Cucumber Avocado Rolls, Paleo Friendly Salmon and Ultra Green Spanakopita.
Not even for the health of their future children can they justify organic produce.
Their unemployment benefits are not as generous as their old boss claims. The young marrieds have wisely agreed not to waste money on junk food like poor people do.
“We’ll bend but we won’t break. If we can’t eat organic cassava, we’ll eat regular cassava.” Dick chirped.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up, you pathetic, unemployed little man.” Jane shouted. “My mother was right about you all along.”
Jane has moved into the second stage of grief, the anger stage, without realizing it.
