Berta was just too gentle and kind and I would have had to spend all my time watching out for her. She wasn’t equipped to deal with this sort of situation. The bigger part of me didn’t want her anywhere near this place. Part of me thought that would have been cool, to work beside her. I could have seen Berta working here, helping out. He also said regardless of what he thought, he did welcome their helping hands and the money that might flow from their church. He hated people like that-those do-gooders. Mac had made no secret to me of what he thought of those volunteer ladies and their Jesus buttons. How stupid, wearing things like that down here … even more stupid than wearing fancy running shoes. Apparently, judging from the jewellery they were all wearing, Jesus had been saving up for diamonds and fancy earrings. All three of them had big hair, bright-coloured dresses, and buttons that read Jesus Saves. The counter job was being filled tonight by three middle-aged, friendly, smiling lady volunteers. It was different being out here among the men, walking between the tables, instead of serving the food from behind the counter. I stopped when it was half filled-I didn’t want it to get too full. I poured, trying to keep the flow of juice in the middle of the cup that was violently shaking in his hand. “ YOU WANT SOME more juice?” I asked one of the men.
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