Chapter 164: Someone has Pizza

Someone has pizza.

The smell trickles in through my opened door and my nose perks up. It's not uncommon for one of the kids to use their extra money to eat dinner here. It's a safer space than what many of them go home to. What is totally unfair is the fact it's against regulations for me to eat any of their pizza. During the school year I eat dinner here most nights, but over the summer I try to make it home. It means by four o'clock my stomach would consider ingesting anything in sight...or smell.

I should get up and leave my office, but I can't will my legs to move. I like to spend my last hour with the kids before I hand over the operation of this place to John, the evening help I hired thanks to the successful fundraiser the RDA girls held in April. We're mostly volunteer supported but free people aren't always reliable. It's nice to have someone.