Virgil worked efficiently and largely in silence, dishing up food and passing the plates over the counter to the waiting throng. Feeding the homeless wasn't that much different than feeding hungry soldiers, and his hands moved methodically as he fell into a rhythm. The routine was comforting.
The chatter from the dining area picked up in volume as people took their seats at the long tables that had been set up, and the crowd gradually dwindled. The veteran handed one last dish to a boy of about fourteen, who had accompanied his mother through the line. He put his hands against the small of his back and stretched to his full height with a smile.
"You're a pretty good worker," he told Melody with a muted chuckle. "Have you done food service before, or just when you volunteer here?"
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Re: Just another day
on 2014-01-10 09:00 am (UTC)The chatter from the dining area picked up in volume as people took their seats at the long tables that had been set up, and the crowd gradually dwindled. The veteran handed one last dish to a boy of about fourteen, who had accompanied his mother through the line. He put his hands against the small of his back and stretched to his full height with a smile.
"You're a pretty good worker," he told Melody with a muted chuckle. "Have you done food service before, or just when you volunteer here?"