“Goodbye, ladies!” Loriann called as she locked the door to the soup kitchen behind her. They had an incredibly successful night and raised enough money to send the sixth grade on their field trip to the Smithsonian in the spring.

She pulled her sweater tighter around her frame, smaller than it used to be she noted. Her health wasn’t ailing but she was feeling the inevitable tug towards her golden years. She turned the ignition of the old truck, waiting for it to heat up before ...