The night was cold. Kelly could see his breath as he trudged across the parking lot to take the nightly readings on the gas pumps. Jim was inside behind the counter. He had just finished mopping. “If we’re lucky we may get out of here on time tonight,” Kelly thought. He was anxious to get home. His day job started at 6:00 AM and he needed some sleep.
One by one Kelly read the meter on each gas pump. He wrote the numbers on a familiar form, held by a worn clipboard, then reach into Continue reading The Visitation