Peggy’s pissed herself. Sitting in her puddle, she stares up at 1066 and me. She’s soused, dressed in blue paper hospital scrubs. Peggy holds up a dollar.
“Somebody gave this to me.
Why would they do that?”
Somebody’s trying help you and you look like you need help.
“I don’t want it! What would I do with it?”
Peggy won’t tell us why she was in hospital or where she is supposed to be.
She croaks, “I’m homeless,” but doesn’t want our help.
1066 points out she can’t sit in the entrance of the stop and rob, so we help her to sit along the fence line barricading and abandoned business across the street.
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