Chapter 22

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By the time I got to my local Meals on Wheels office, it was close to twelve-thirty.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here earlier, Tabitha. I had a work thing where I had to make an appearance.” Tabitha headed up this branch of the program. I’d been volunteering here for years, and it meant a lot to me to spend time taking care of the elderly and others in desperate need of assistance.

She gave me a quick hug. “You know you don’t have to apologize, sweetie. Anytime you can help us out, we’ll take it.” She moved away to grab a sheet of paper, which she quickly perused before handing it to me. “You have three residents this afternoon with requests for some light housekeeping, and a fourth with a clogged sink and toilet.”

“Happy to do it.” I grabbed a bagel and a cream soda as lunch, kissed her cheek, and headed out.