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bread basket under his arm.
    “It’s nice of his daughter to help him eat,” Casey said, indicating the old man, and the woman beside him.
    “Oh, she’s not his daughter. He doesn’t have any family around. She’s his neighbor. Brings him along with her every day. Or the days he feels good enough, anyway.”
    “Where’s his family?”
    His face tightened. “Left at Christmas, when Karl kicked them out.”
    “Karl? Who’s Karl?”
    “What?” Eric blinked. “Oh, Karl Willems. He’s the CEO of HomeMaker. Made the final decision to move HomeMaker out of the country.”
    Families were beginning to clear out now, bobbing their heads and mumbling thanks to Eric as they left. Casey watched him do his best to make eye contact with them, even hunkering down to talk with the kids, one of whom hit him on the head with one of Johnny’s carefully wrapped silverware bundles. The mother, horrified, snatched her child from the floor and hustled out the door. Eric saw the last of the guests out and locked the door before heading back toward the kitchen, rubbing his head.
    Casey grinned. “Need an ice pack?”
    “I’m going to have to ask Johnny to double-wrap the children’s forks and spoons. Come on, let’s see what he’s up to.”
    They found him standing beside Loretta at the sink, a dishtowel in his hand as he lectured her about silverware and the best way to clean it. Together the two of them had already made quite a dent in the washing. Reassured that things were in hand, Eric led Casey back out to the dining room, where they cleared the tables, wiped down the tablecloths, and began picking up trash.
    “Whoops,” Eric said, glancing at the clock. “I gotta go. Have something at seven, and I’ve got ten minutes to get there.”
    Casey saw with surprise that time had, indeed, flown by. “I’ll finish up here.”
    “You don’t have to. I usually do it the next day, like you helped with earlier.”
    “I don’t mind. Really.” It’s not like she had anywhere to go.
    “Oh. Well, all right. Thanks.” He jogged to the kitchen and came back out with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He paused at the front door, his hand on the latch. “Thanks for helping tonight. It was…fun.”
    Casey regarded him. “You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me be a part of it.”
    “Loretta can open the staff room for you to get your bag when you’re ready.” He looked out the front door, then back again. “If you’re around tomorrow…”
    “I’ll try to come back. If I’m still in town.”
    “Okay. Good.” He gave her another one of his blinding smiles, although this time Casey could see the events of the past two hours reflected in his eyes. “See you around, then, Casey Smith.”
    She nodded. “Mr. Jones.”
    And he was gone.

Chapter Four
    The door locked behind Casey with a snap, and she stood on the sidewalk, her backpack resting on the ground beside her.
    When Casey had finished cleaning the dining room, Loretta ( Hallelujah! Praise God! ) had insisted on feeding her before letting her leave. Casey didn’t argue. There was just enough leftover soup for the three of them, and even a little fruit. Johnny cheerfully slurped his way through his bowl after bestowing Casey with a set of silverware. She had thanked him solemnly, and he sat next to her so closely she couldn’t move her left arm.
    “Birthday cake for the nice lady,” Johnny said when she was done, handing her a corner piece with a wilted icing flower.
    “Thank you. Who’s birthday was it? One of the children?”
    “Oh, no, baby,” Loretta said. “It was Eric’s, the dear boy.”
    “And how old is he?”
    Johnny pursed his lips, and Loretta stared at Casey’s cake. “Somewhere in his twenties. Or is he thirty now? He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but he’s such a precious child of God we didn’t want to miss it. Thank you Jesus!”
    Casey ate her cake, but didn’t ask any more questions.
    Now she stood outside after