To the Office

“Hey! Perkins wants to see you in the office, now."
Ooh no. This couldn't be good. I'd heard of rebukes and wasn't interested in participating as the object of one.
I headed across the compound at the Johnny Appleseed orchard migrant camp. I noticed some other guys in my set, folks who had come into Shiloh about the same time as me, converging on the office also. The bearer of news had told me it was ok, not to worry. But I was still apprehensive.
The overseer of preparations, John Perkins wore a beard down his chest looking like one of the Luden brothers on the cough drop box. He informed the small group that we were going to open a new house in Lake Tahoe.
We'd be working in the food services division of Harrah's casino. All the coffee you could ever possibly want and food ala smorgasbord in the employee’s kitchen.
"You'll miss the tree planting season though so pray about it first and give me your answer in the morning."
Hey, I had already prayed about it. "Count me in. When do we leave?"