“Hey RD. “
It’s 0030. I’m in my flat lot office.
“RD can you do me a favor? Can you give me a ride to the motel on Highway 30? The buses aren’t running and I can walk that far. “
It’s a four mile drive. I unlock the prisoner compartment. She jumps in.
Lily is too thin. Her eyes are sunken.
“Like my head? The hospital had to shave it ...bugs. “
Lice?
“Yup. Don’t know how I got them.“
Do you have them now?
“Not to my knowledge!”
Why were you in the hospital?
“I was bleeding I had all these little ulcers on my legs. “
Did you have abscesses?
“Nope. No infections. No staph. No Mersa.
I have my doubts.
As I drop her off, I ask, Lily, who is paying for the motel room?
“The state! They are paying $650 a week. It where I have been getting my wound care. “
As I leave, I say, Lily, you take care of yourself.