She started off at St. John’s as a “patron” as they were called. She came looking for a sandwich and became the manager -and an Anglican – in that order, along the way.
“So you want me to sit with folks and clear tables, stack chairs, that sort of thing?” I asked.
“No, I mean your job is to sit at the table, eat your lunch, and talk to people.”
“That doesn’t sound like much of a job. Wouldn’t you rather I helped out with the cooking?”
“No. You don’t get to cook until you know who you’re cooking for,” she said, walking me to a table at the back.
“This is Kevin,” she announced to the three guys sitting together, “he’s new, so I want you to be...(read the whole thing here)