Alice, who has been a guest of ours off and on, came in to to hire someone with experience doing drywall. It took about five seconds for me to find someone, a guy who'd checked in for the first time earlier this morning after being released from jail. None of this concerned Alice.
Good, he's young and strong, she said. The guy working now is 72 and can barely lift the sheet rock.
Brenda gave Bri a haircut. Her style of clipping it close on one side had grown out, and when Brenda finished, Bri looked like her former self again.
A young woman, K, said she'd traveled 40 hours to see James, the tattooed and studded fellow she had her arms around.
S said, my husband traveled two weeks to find me one time. Are you married?
No, but I was, said K. I got married at 15 because my mom wanted me out, and if I got married I was emancipated. If I didn't I was still a minor and couldn't buy cigarettes and stuff. So I partied until I turned 18 and then I divorced him.
Well, I left when I was 14 because my mom tried to whore me out, said S.
"Birdie" said, I used to weigh 546 pounds.
She showed an old military ID to show what she used to look like when she was heavy. Now she's in her 40s, with a certain middle-aged fullness about the hips, but what you notice is her glow: Big bright eyes set above strong cheekbones and smile that reveals perfect teeth.
She projects a positive aura. Brenda calls her my street mom.
Birdie and her husband first came in about a month ago. They've been together for about year and she wants him to be man and get a job and not keep depending on her.
When I tell you I love you, she said to him, you say it back. Uh-huh doesn't cut it.
She knows to leave a man when things aren't going to get better, she said.
I learned it the day my last husband shot me in the abdomen with a 9mm.