AN: please excuse the mistakes you might notice, for English is not my first language.

Miss Shugg was a pretty simple woman. She never finished school, and never married either. She worked as a cook in the only restaurant that allowed colored people. But even as she retired, miss Shugg's life was monotonous. She'd stick to a routine she didn't even realize having. It was like every day repeated itself over again, as if time never passed.

She'd wake up at 7 am sharp, and then wait 5 minutes before getting up. She'd then carry herself to the kitchen, where she'd feed all of her cats (her passion for stray felines was well known in the neighborhood) and pet each one of them once. She'd prepare herself some breakfast, breakfast that consisted of 2 slices of stale bread with strawberry jam and a cup of black coffee that didn't taste like coffee at all because she only could only afford the cheapest coffee in town and it turned out that this coffee only contained 50% of coffee grains, the other half remaining unknown. After breakfast, she'd clean the litter, and wash up before heading out to church where she prayed conscientiously. She was very religious and naive, and when she didn't find an answer to a question, she'd just say that God wanted it to be like that, and that if He wanted her to know the answer to the question, then He would have given her the capacity to know it. After talking to the reverend, she'd head to the small store reserved for colored people. She'd buy her daily supplies, which were bread on sale from the day before, string beans, some milk, cat food and once a week, ten ounces of beef. And, of course, some cheap soap that she also used as shampoo and a small tube of toothpaste. Shopping would usually take her about two hours because she'd stay and talk with the cashier after paying for her purchases. She knew the cashier quite well because she was a friend of his mom, as she reminded him every single day. She'd ask him about his wife and his two little girls, and he'd ask her about her health and her cats, and furtively slip in her bags a small can of cat food when he thought she wasn't lokking.

By the time she arrived home, it would be already past noon. She'd prepare some string beans and eat them with a slice of hard bread, keeping the meat for dinner if she had bought some. After lunch, she'd take care of her cats for a bit. Pet them, brush them, wriggle a ball of wool in front of their noses, and then pet them again. She usually gave twice as many caresses to Lili, Loulou and KittyKat, which were her favorite among the bunch. She would never admit it, because she always told her little neighbors how important it was to treat everyone equally. Talking to her neighbors is what she'd do after taking care of her cats. She'd join all the young moms and their children at the neighborhood park and tell the children about her past and preach a bit. She'd stay with them until 6:30 pm and then walk back home, feed her beloved cats and then eat dinner. After dinner, she'd drop by her neighbors and ask for the newspaper. Then she'd get ready for bed and, after saying good night to Lili, Loulou and KittyKat, would lay down and read the paper with great interest. She'd particularly spend a lot of time reading every article that mentioned colored people. Unfortunately, these were very rare, and most of the time very negative. She'd sigh while reading. « Why do these morning newspapers always give such a bad impression of us? », she'd say. And then, she'd skip the ads and try doing the crossword. She hardly ever finished it, because she found it a bit too hard. The only book she ever read was the Holy Bible, and her vocabulary wasn't very elaborated. She'd turn off the lights after her crossword, and pray silently for her cats, her neighbors, and for a world of peace and joy, and then pull her covers up to her shin. She never counted sheeps to fall asleep, but every night, she'd have the same thought : « If God created all the men on thae same day, and after his own holy person, why aren't we all equal? »