I watched as Mrs. Poe stirred a pot of chili sedulously in the crowded kitchen. She'd planned everything, and it was all finally in order, yet she continued to stir the pot while everyone else rested before the lunch line formed. She seemed so dedicated, perfecting every stroke, making sure everything was perfect.
When the lunch line began to form, I started putting warm rolls on every plate that was handed to me, studying the faces of those who waited, then continued to send them down the assembly line. I saw a man with bad burns, the pigment of his skin dis-colored in multiple areas. I also saw a man with a beard whose clothes were tattered, and whose face was lost. I watched as an old inept woman, incapable of carrying her own plate,
When the lunch line began to form, I started putting warm rolls on every plate that was handed to me, studying the faces of those who waited, then continued to send them down the assembly line. I saw a man with bad burns, the pigment of his skin dis-colored in multiple areas. I also saw a man with a beard whose clothes were tattered, and whose face was lost. I watched as an old inept woman, incapable of carrying her own plate,