We made salmon puffs again today. I took the chopped onion with me, and Joey deboned the salmon before I got there, so it was ready well before serving time. We had another helper today, and her expertise is in restaurants, so those salmon puffs fried up in a jiffy! We also served canned fruit and a hearty soup left over from earlier this week.
Nobody complained about the soup or the fruit, but salmon puffs are just not on some folks' list. "I don't eat those," one eternally hostile pre-release woman said. "That's okay," I smiled.
Some of the guys in her group asked for seconds, and thirds. "Who made these?"
We had enough to share with our homeless group, too. No complaints there. And we had a child today—a boy about 11. I made up a baggie for him with a cheese stick, bubble gum, a sucker, and a pack of gummy bears. I miss the kids, but I'm glad when none is forced to be there.
Our Angel was as charming as ever—his hair, I noticed today, is nearly snow white. He's really a striking fellow, and his smile is endearing, even without teeth. What a sweet soul.
And there was a new kid, maybe 18, in the group. He's cute. He's lost. He's so lost. I watched him sitting with his lunch. He wasn't eating. He had a large coffee. He looked down and around, never focusing on anything. His movements were jerky, and he looked sick.
"Joey? What's wrong with the young fellow in the gray shirt?"
"Too many pills, Miss Joy."
Too many pills. What a beautiful young man—all wasted and lost.
Speaking of lost, Mr. Huggy has been missing for days. Some said he was sick; some said he had a sick relative; nobody seems to know for sure. Joey thinks … well, no need to gossip.
Our helper made the sack lunches, and I enjoyed giving her all my tricks for that project. In fact, our little threesome had such a good time that I was "late" leaving!
Gatekeeper is well.
Next week we're planning sausage-gravy biscuits, scrambled eggs, and spinach.
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