John flashed him a conspiratorial smile as he nodded and took his place at the sink behind d the man. He didn’t mind washing dishes - he really had come here to help and would do whatever was needed.
“Thanks,” he said, and started the process, squirting some dish soap into the sink and then turning in the hot water to fill it up.
“I don’t remember my parents,” he said. “I’m told they died when I was really little. I was shuffled around from one abusive foster home to another. I know what it’s like to be hungry. Sometimes I had to steal food because my foster parents used the money for alcohol or drugs.”