The Chaplain's Daughter
“four nights a week. He worked Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. Occasionally he was called in on Sunday as well, but that shift tended to be noon to seven. Luckily the bus from the Boylan’s Olympia home ran at times that he could catch a ride to work every day. It was a long dark slog back at night, however. Toby had every intention of staying on the straight and narrow, but it wouldn’t have mattered much if he hadn’t. On the days that he worked Toby fell into bed and into a de...ad sleep as soon as he got back from work. Two weeks after Toby started work he was sweeping off the parking lot at Harbor Lights when he heard a familiar voice, “Hey! Tobe!” Amos hadn’t been in touch at all up until now. Toby acknowledged him and kept working. Amos hopped over a parking barrier and joined Toby in the lot. “Where you been, my man?” Amos said, throwing his arm around Toby’s shoulder. “I been around. I got a job working here.” Amos squinted a little as he looked, first at Harbor Lights and then at Toby’s stained apron. “So I see. What are you doin’ here? I got some ideas about how we can make some quick money.” Toby glanced quickly at the door that went into the kitchen from the parking lot. He didn’t want to be rude to Amos but he also didn’t want to be seen leaning on a broom by his boss. He spoke in a low voice to Amos while continuing to sweep. “Whatchu got in mind. I don’ want no trouble.” Toby realized that he had fallen into the slang and lingo of the inner city. It made sense since that is where he knew Amos. Amos realized that he didn’t have Toby’s undivided attention. “When are you done here?” “Midnight, 12:30, maybe later.” “You gotta phone?” Toby figured that it would be best to get Amos away from his workplace as soon as he could. “Yeah. Call me at 360-425-5645,”MoreLess
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