Chapter 5
Danielle
At times when we least expect God’s grace to cover us, it does, so they say. I’m here at the Hoover's Shelter, home to local orphans and battered women. I don’t know why James got me into this. I’m not qualified to work with these kind of people. Most times, a person would need a college degree for this kind of work.
“This is the lunchroom. Students have different lunch times according to their classes.” The owner, Mrs. Troup, motions to a room of utter filth. There are old, unsteady tables adorned with gum stuck to the surface, a ceiling of the 1920’s (ready to cave in at any moment), half working lights (as dim as the night-time sky), and a line of rodents patrolling all corners of the place. What a dump! After eyeing the place a minute or two, we continue on.
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