Just Another Day
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It turned out that Virgil didn't have any more cards from the shelter when he opened his desk drawer, so he wrote the phone number down and gave it to Tanya after their conversation. He hoped she left before the hitting happened again rather than after. 'After' might be a relative word, but it could also prove to be too late.
He pulled his late-model Chevy into the shelter's lot and killed the engine. It was just past noon, which meant they'd be serving lunch. He'd been on good terms with the staff since he started referring people for everything from drug counseling to psychiatric help. Becoming community-minded had been a way to take his mind off of what happened to him before he turned in his gun and badge, and he actually liked helping people.
The air had a definite chill in it, even though the snow had melted, and the warmth indoors was a welcome change. Virgil looked around for Stephanie, the day supervisor, then started towards the kitchen. If she wasn't in there, the people preparing lunch would know where she was.
He pulled his late-model Chevy into the shelter's lot and killed the engine. It was just past noon, which meant they'd be serving lunch. He'd been on good terms with the staff since he started referring people for everything from drug counseling to psychiatric help. Becoming community-minded had been a way to take his mind off of what happened to him before he turned in his gun and badge, and he actually liked helping people.
The air had a definite chill in it, even though the snow had melted, and the warmth indoors was a welcome change. Virgil looked around for Stephanie, the day supervisor, then started towards the kitchen. If she wasn't in there, the people preparing lunch would know where she was.
Re: Just another day
on 2014-01-10 07:46 am (UTC)As she hurried back around the counter she distributed the serving utensils into each of the trays in the bain marie, her mother already checking on the next batch of dumplings. WIth barely a glance at Virgil Mel started ladling out the soup, making sure each bowl had at least four of the dumplings, as her mother had told her. She pointed to the other trays and called to Virgil, telling him what to serve up, before turning her attention back to the bowls she was filling, and the hungry faces that were waiting.
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?"
Re: Just another day
on 2014-01-10 09:21 am (UTC)"You're not bad yourself," she returned, indicating the remains in the trays. "You done this before?" she asked, looking across as Stephanie came in through the door, arms full of cartons, clearly full of more than just the extra plates she had gone to purchase.