The Pastor's Heart by Desiree Future Read Free Book Online

you.  Now the question is how do you do that when you have nothing and no one to turn to? Where do you live and how do you eat?  These things come into play after you age out.  Now, I have secured housing for Mr. Witherspoon for the next twelve months, at which time he can apply for public assistance, as well as enroll in school to get his GED.”  Sinclair gave them what they wanted and a little extra.
    “ Defense rests,” the attorney said taking her seat next to Ronald Witherspoon.
    “I don’t know w hy I’m asking you this question.”  The prosecutor began as she rose from her seat.  “But why shouldn’t we send the defendant right to prison?” The sarcastic prosecutor asked.
    “Ronald stole a few pairs of pants, some shirts, deodorants and bars of soap.  And yes, he stole food as well.  I’m not saying what he did was right by any means, but he was just trying to survive.”
    Ronald held his head low thinking of the foolish mistake he had made that had caused him to be in this predicament.
    “He wasn’t trying to make a profit, but rather trying to get himself a job so he wouldn’t have to resort to stealing.  He’s not a criminal, but a man trying to survive in this cruel world.”
     
    “Your honor I don’t have any further questions right now.  But I ask for permission to recall the witness.” The prosecutor stated.
    “So ordered.  Ms. Madison, we might need you to take the stand again,” the judge explained.

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    Against her contractor’s wishes she had chosen a light coffee colored paint for the walls.  Adjacent to the two public computers aligned against the right wall was a small rounded table with four chairs.  The large bulky desk which sat blocking the window was replaced with a high counter that rounded off by the window inviting the sun in.  The reception desk, waiting area chairs and tables were all a deep chocolate tone to coordinate with the coffee colored walls.
    “I brought you guys something back.” Sinclair announced as she walked in with a box of cookies that smelled up the entire office.
    When Sasha had changed her hair color from blond to brunette it had made her pale skin stand out even more.  Her brown eyes became more vibrant and you could even see her beautiful smile.  With her thin frame and tall height, she was definitely model material.  Oliver had a tanned skin tone and red hair with freckles dotted over his chubby cheeks.  This heavy set man always came to work dressed to impress and was ready to dig in and help wherever he was needed.
    Her employees’ eyes lit up when they saw the blue and brown signature color.
    “ Yes, cookies from Miss Dee’s Bakery.”  Gleefully Sasha said as she dug into the mouth-watering cookies Sinclair handed her.  “Oh, you have a package on your desk.”
    “How was cour t today?”  Oliver asked while Sinclair put her purse and briefcase on a nearby table.
    “It went very well.  I’m praying the judge will be easy on him.”  Sinclair reached into her briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper which she handed it to Sasha.  “I need you to fax this document over to Tracey at the Welfare Office, and then fax it to Arnold at the Housing Center.”
    “No problem, I’m on it.” Sasha replied.
    “And thanks Sasha.” Sinclair didn’t know what she would do without her or Oliver because they were the best employees she had ever had.
    “You’re welcome.  Thanks for the cookies.”  Sasha said as she hurried to the fax machine.             
    “Wel l you guys enjoy these cookies, I’ll be in my office if you need me,” she said as she climbed the stairs to her loft office.
    Sinclair continued that same color scheme of light coffee colored paint right to her loft office upstairs.  Accent pieces such as vases and other small items had a dash of red here and there.  While downstairs green was sprinkled throughout the area.  The large antique desk that had been blocking the