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as indifferent to him as the plight of the kids in this mausoleum.
George wasn’t in any haste to go back because he had already put
to boil tonight’s supper which was lentils soup prepared with lots
of onion and garlic and a few bay leaves for taste. It was boiling and
it would take a good hour before he had to shut it off.
“You know, Anton, these kids eat a little better since I
was hired in this School. I see them as my children, the ones I
never had, and such is my concern for their nutritious food that
I’ve improvised and have made certain alliances out there in the
marketplace just to make sure I can provide the best with the
shoestring budget father Nicolas has allotted to me.”
Anton was listening with care and attention; he too cared
for these kids and from the short period he had been there he
sensed that these kids would be benefited a lot if the personnel,
himself and all others, tried to make a stand and find ways to
support them even if they could have to stand against the rules
of the Residential School.
“What alliances George? And by the way I didn’t know
you come from Crete, why didn’t you mention this to me earlier?”
George shrugged his shoulders, “It just didn’t come up to
the conversation,” he said, “but to carry on with the alliances I
mentioned, I’ve made friends with the local producers, the big
bakery in Kamloops, and other smaller vendors and pick things
from them at a good discount for the kids, they all know this is for
the benefit of the children and they all help as much as they can.”
“That sounds very good George; tell me the food schedule
is your making or it is ordered by the School?”
“It was prepared by father Nicolas in the past but I took
control of this the last two years and I’ve devised a good nutritious
food schedule which the kids got used to and it serves their
health a lot better than the old days. I’ve heard stories that many…
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