FAKE CHARITY By Reid Baer She knocks pounds incessantly my long time Mormon neighbor rather impatiently upon my door opening the screen she thrusts this chicken casserole into my face but not for free mind you itâÂÂs more like itâÂÂs good for a future favor I owe her now. SheâÂÂs just standing on my back porch bundled tightly in a woolen coat on this somewhat chilly day chatting away with no attempt to enter my residence here where I am itâÂÂs warm she prefers rehearsing her breezy condolences out there for my fatherâÂÂs death his passing passing on to me her apparent kindness along with too many personal questions about my recent lack of church attendance congenially obligating me to account to her or at least sheâÂÂs trying out on me her own co-dependent self indulgent hook of double binding tyranny -
