“I have heard the way that you speak to your children. I know that the staff has talked to you about your tantrums over this past week. I want us to be able to help you but you can’t keep biting us. We’re on your side.”
“That’s BS. If you were on my side that chick would be gone already.”
“I’ll be meeting with her in a little bit. But that really doesn’t pertain to you. I’m talking with you now. Sarah, you will need to move out. I’ll give you about an hour, less if you keep up this fury.”
Sarah slammed the door and loudly proclaimed that she was being mistreated.
Maggie sat down in the office. “Well that went well. What’s going on?”
“Funny thing is I still don’t really know. I’m still waiting on Becky’s social worker. I’ll get this cleared up before I go home. Go ahead and get ready for check in and I’ll lock the park.”
Maggie went to check out the check in office to make sure everything was ready to go as John went through the dining room and around the back of the shelter. As he locked the park he noticed Becky’s man waiting around the back of the building.
“Listen Pastor John.”
“Just John.”
“Oh sorry I thought that you were a pastor?”
“I used to be and some still call me that. But the reality is that I’m better off without the title.”
“Whatever, listen don’t kick Becky out.”
“I really haven’t decided what I’m going to do with all of that just yet.”
“She gets mad but did you know Sarah’s man is in a gang. She’s the one who’s dangerous. Becky might be crazy but she’s harmless.”
John kept walking but nodded to let the man know that he was listening. “Got it! I’m sure that you will hear what ever I decide here fairly quickly. I really can’t be talking to you much about what I decide about either of these ladies.”
Even though John had been gone for less than 5 minutes he could sense the tension in the parking lot. Sarah’s aunt had arrived to set the shelter straight and she was looking for John.
Sitting back in his chair with his hands laced thoughtfully behind his head; John listened intently to what this obviously angry woman was saying. “You are throwing my niece out with her children? You call yourself a Christian. Pastor, yeah right. Are you some kind of fruitcake? What can’t handle men?”
John attempted to get in some words but the longer the woman ranted the less that he could come up with in response. “But she is threatening,” he tried to reply but was cut off.
“You don’t even know what happened and you’re throwing children, children I tell you, on the street. You are a monster.”
