Chapter 189: Better than a Plea Agreement

The early evening sun is out in force today, but it's still nowhere near as warm as the shade in Arizona. The air around me may be bright, happy, and warm, but inside there's a storm brewing. Monday morning at the center is always a bit crazy, especially in the summer.

There's normally a mound of paperwork for me to look over. Today is no different. Incident reports from the weekend, new volunteer applications, and every person who walks by my door has to stop at it and tell me what they did over the weekend. I cater to them because listening to what they consider a boring weekend gives me insights into what's going on at home and where they might need more help. It's also better than reading the plea agreements when one of them gets in trouble.

I love working at the center, but I'm normally ready to come home and sit in silence at the end of the day. That's not so much the case today when I know what awaits me at home.

Grant Moore III.