hands clasped in front of her.
—”I don’t live in this building,” she said. “On paper, I am a non-resident. But one night I came here because I was afraid to go back to where I lived. They gave me soup. They didn’t ask too many questions. They didn’t charge me. They didn’t make me feel like trash. Thanks to that table, I now have a room, a job, and people continue reading …
