Must I, alone, do it all? Poor Mom -- alone and starving in the freezing cold and I alone to help! Here, Mater dear, are some moldy left over bread crumbs and a cracked cup of cold, rusty water. It's all we have now since the others ran off. Alack and alas! I haven't sold any matches and our single lump of coal will be used tonight to provide you a modicum of warmth.