"What are you? A victim?"

  A young guy stabbed the question like a flaming torch at someone who'd opened a pretty bare cupboard in the kitchen.  

  "Maybe.  Hungry.  No." 

  "I think you are." 

  The person took a box of macaroni out of the cupboard, put it next to an old stove on a cracked counter.  Opened lower cupboard doors searching for a cooking pot.  "So you (i)think(i) you know me?" A small thud on the counter top indicated the salt had turned moist, then hard.  Tap water turned on to fill the pot ran a reddish brown.  "How did it get like this?"