Blog # 2

Finally some satisfaction at work. Last Thursday I met a strange handmaid by the name of Ofrick while waiting for that pious fool Ofglen to finish up with her monthly doctors appointment. I caught a glimpse of her eyes behind the wings, and they shone with the strength that told me all I needed to know. I have long ceased caring about the petty rules of conduct so I began to speak to her. I learned that she shares my feelings, that she has long ceased to care about the trivial customs of Gilead. As we converesed in whispers I learned that she smuggled in balck market items such as cigarettes to her fellow handmaids. She hadn't been caught in eighteen months of doing so I knew she was a woman who knew her craft, and had her spine. As I saw Ofglen step out from the doctors office I scrawled a note to her which she hid quickly in her sleeve pocket. As I wheeled the chunky behemoth back to the estate my mind began to form the details of my next meeting with this remarkable woman. The only question was would I help her, or would I turn her in?