Tipped off that only
Miss Lillian and I would be serving lunch, I stepped cautiously into the inner
sanctum this morning, not knowing who'd be keeping the gate. The gatekeeper was
Ken. He's never been a Sunday regular, but we'd met. He allayed some of my
apprehension with, "It's good to see you again!" One down.
Lillian had enlisted a fellow
to clean the dining room floors for her, and she was busy with dinner prep.
Lunch was a large pan of spaghetti that she had warming in the oven. I filled a
bowl with fruit, she heated rolls, and we called it lunch.
We needed to fill the PBJ tub,
so I put together 52 PBJ sandwiches and sacked 26 lunches. That took about an
hour. Then it was time to fill plates for our diners. The pre-release were in
good spirits today and ate well, tho Lillian is very stingy with the food. It's a bit frustrating to have 10 meals
left over, after denying seconds to a number of folks. But I don't think anyone
left hungry.
Our resident homeless group
was small, but my boy was there, and I gave him a stuffed monkey with a
"press me" button on its belly. Pressing the button sets off a loud monkey
squeal, and my boy was delighted to know it would irritate his friends. The
monkey squealed a lot during lunch, and waved its little paw at me on leaving.
My, how that child has come out :) His favorite subject is math, and school is
good.
Our she man made an appearance
before lunch, but I wasn't in on his/her conversation with Lillian. I did get
the scoop: He/she is leaving in a day or two to go live with his/her husband in
a hotel. She man is 20 years older than hubby, and hub just got out of prison.
Rode hard and put up wet, one and all.
We had the gospel hour for our
entertainment, but it was more like the gospel 2-1/2 hours with a bit of a
Martin Luther King speech thrown in. Nothing to dance to.
Doug is reported to have
retained the position for which he was hired, but I get the feeling that he'll be
walking a tightrope. I asked Lillian how she managed to stay there so many
years, while so many other folks got tossed out on their ears. She said it was
because she just does her job and never gets friendly with anybody. As I see
it, the bottom line is that the Bureau of Prisons frowns on having their
prisoners treated good-naturedly. Doug really needs to cut back on the
compassion…
So all's well that ends well. I'll be practicing my prisoner-appropriate
scowl in the meantime, and God willing, I'll see you next Sunday.
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