Seeds of Remembrance

I have to use the real names in my next two entries. No other names seem to fit - and I am quite sure they will never read these.
Rudy was a big African American exprisoner that we allowed to stay with us for two weeks. I instinctively trusted him. I don't remember what his crime had been though he did look straight at our hutch once and said "When you want drugs,you would steal from your own Grandmother". Possibly a red flag.
He was very polite. If he got to our house before Tom, he would wait out in the car until Tom arrived. He stayed in our spare bedroom which had orange shag carpeting.
Some time after he left our home, he started to change, perhaps reverting back to some of his old habits. He was rude to Tom at least once. He came to our home in one of our prison ministry director's loaner cars and asked us for gas money one night, insistent that we give him some money. We had no credit cards at the time and very little extra money. He used the little bit of change that we gave him and whatever he had and drove out of town.
He did leave us a remembrance however: He loved to suck on (and obviously spit out) sunflower seeds and we found those seeds embedded in the carpet in his room for a long time afterwards:).