She also lost her job. I'd been a social worker for 21 years, but' 24 hours after I filed suit on the prayers they decided I was incompetent' and fired me. Well, you know, he had blue eyes and black hair, one thing leads' to another. The Murrays share an unimposing house with her mother, who buys the groceries, and her brother, who pays the gas, light and phone bills. We get enough in contributions to whittle down the mortgage for our building and our postage bills.
Postage is our biggest expense.
Mrs. Murray's office from outside looks deceptively placid except for a patched broken window on the second floor. Within, one is reminded simultaneously of college humor magazine, a hospital emergency ward and a church rummage sale at closing time. Volunteers bring their cantankerous babies. The Murray dog gets loose and romps up the street, and must be chased by earnest, hand-wringing young men who look as though they'd rather be writing thoughtful tracts. Coffee water boils away on the hot plate.