PARKER
This was going to be the best weekend ever. My mind was racing. Should we eat it all now and starve over the weekend or should we conserve?
If we conserved we could have some every day and still eat our other orphan foods. Hmmm. It was a big decision. I didn’t want them to get used to this so maybe conservation was best.
But the porkchops had to be had tonight. They wouldn’t be as hot and fresh after tonight.
As I walked in everyone came running up to me and then loud talking and commotion asking me where I’d been, what happened, if I was ok.
Cisely was the most concerned and jumping up and down from the back of the crowd. The house mothers got a hold of me and looked me over.
“Are you alright?” asked Mrs. Tuey. They were all so sweet. And even sweeter I knew they could sm
