Once I parked the truck in the mission parking lot, I left the keys with the person who stayed up all night watching over the mission. That night it w...as a very large black man."These are the keys to your truck, be sure they get to the people who need them," I said."Yes Ma'am, I will do that fo sure," he said."Thank you sir, I have to run now it's after 1AM," I said."It sho nugh is Ma'am. You dat woman the preacher calls when there is real trouble, ain't you?" he asked."I guess I'm one of them,". ” She started looking around, her hands wringing.“Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go to the hospital with Harold? I’ll keep an eye on Amelia.” I gave her a gentle push towards the ambulance and, almost zombie-like, she headed over.I found Amelia sitting in their living room, a grand old room decorated in lemon yellow, large, formal furniture, and elegantly decorated with Degas and Monet paintings. Amelia, dressed for bed in her pale lime cotton pajamas,. We did leave the hotel for dinner and found a nice place not too far away. My dad taught me when I was younger to look for the restaurants with the full parking lots if you’re looking for tasty food and in the case of the place we ended up, it was the line forming outside of the building. I Debbie got in line with me and Sophia went to check on if we had to give them our name.While we waited, I did what I always did and spoke to the people around me to find out what was good and why the place. “I got the same treatment.”“Me too.”“The hounds of hell have just been released.”Hammond rested his forehead on his arms. He kept swearing in a low continuous mutter. Worried, Carl watched Hammond wondering if the man was about to have a nervous breakdown.He asked, “Are you okay?”“I’m tired,” Hammond said. “We have started making mistakes, and we can’t afford to do that.”“Then let’s take a break,” Carl said.It had been a grueling schedule. He had put in twenty-five appearances in twenty-five.