28: Correctional Facility

FEYRE

“You’re doing great, luna.” I perk up when I hear Dylan’s voice. He waves at me, a broad smile on his face.

“Here you go,” I hand the last cookie to the five year old girl missing her two front teeth. I didn’t ask how she was going to eat it, just her smile made my day.

“Thank you, luna.” She gave me a toothless grin then ran off to stand beside the woman I assumed was her mother..

I dust my hands on the kitchen towel before adjusting my blouse then I head toward Dylan who was standing by the bench in the playground. I feel a little giddy as I go up to meet him, it is not because of his presence but because today went so much better than expected.

Delilah, who is an angel, told me the best way to get with the women of the pack is by getting through to their children first, making them like me. It is simple human math, you make someone’s kid like you and talk about you, their parents also warm up to you. I took her advice and decided to bake them cookies with Gertrude’s help of c