She sat disconsolate holding onto her dog and idly petting him and surveying her trashy surroundings. So much had changed in the last few months and she felt an aching sense of loss. The door had closed on a phase of her life and a new one was opening so slowly, she was afraid. She wished for the equanimity of the man across the clearing sleeping. The infection in a cut on her ankle was throbbing again from walking so much lately. There was no money left to buy medicine or painkillers until the end of the month when their checks came in. She knew she would have to go out to the street and display a homemade sign asking passers-by to please help us. No one was in camp today. The self appointed ruler was in jail for trying to steal from a nearby Walmart. His girlfriend was downtown visiting him. Finally, she stirred knowing she was getting hungry and wanted to get the ordeal over as soon as possible. She handed the leash to her husband and walked into the heat of the September afternoon.
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