Philip would never stand for it. And heâd probably be right. You didnât just take homeless people off the street into your home. The police, the mayorâand surely Mr. Bentley!âwould all say it wasnât wise. What did I know about this woman, anyway?
It had started raining while weâd been in the clinic. âYouâd think we moved to Seattle,â I muttered, holding my umbrella for Lucy as the taxi finally pulled up. I gave the driver the address of Manna House. I didnât know if they could put up someone who was sick. Lucy really needed a private room. But where else were we going to go?
The swish-squeak, swish-squeak of the windshield wipers and Lucyâs sporadic coughs were the only sounds inside the cab for the next ten minutes, lulling me into a kind of stupor, so I was startled when Lucy poked me with her elbow. âHow come you ainât praying for me âbout this bronchitis? Ainât that what the Bible says to do when someoneâs sick?â
âUh, sure, Lucy. Iâve been praying for you.â That was a lie, but maybe I could send up a prayer now and make it retroactive.
Lucy turned her head toward the other window. âHuh. Ainât what I meant.â
Good grief, what did she want me to do, pray out loud right here in the cab? The driver would think we were nuts!
Silence reigned until the taxi pulled up in front of Manna House. I asked the cabbie to wait and tried to hustle Lucy into the doors of the shelter, though Lucy wasnât hustling. To my relief, Mabel Turnerâs office door was open, and she was talking to Estelle, the knitting woman. Estelleâs hairnet was gone, revealing loose, kinky hair with streaks of silver, caught into a knot on the top of her head.
âOh, thank goodness youâre back.â Mabel came quickly into the foyer. âDelores Enriquez said youâd taken Lucy to the clinic, but she didnât get your cell number, so we couldnât call.â She turned to Lucy. âWhatâs going on?â
âIâm hungry, thatâs what,â Lucy snapped, but the coughs took over.
âCome on.â Estelle took her arm. âTheyâre serving supper downstairs. Meat loaf and baked potatoes tonight. Howâs that sound, Your Highness? You hungry too, Mrs.â? Sorry, I forgot the name.â
âJust Gabby is fine. Thanks anyway, but I need to get home and the cab is waiting.â
Estelle shrugged and followed Lucy, who was heading for the lower floor. âHey, Aida. How ya doinâ?â Estelle called out to the young Latino girl curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs. Iâd seen her earlier in the shelterâs makeshift clinic. The girl glanced at Estelle with dull eyes, but said nothing.
I wanted to ask about herâshe seemed way too young to be out on the street, or even here in the shelterâbut Mabel was looking at me expectantly. âSo . . . ?â
âNurse said bronchitis. No medication, but sheâs supposed to drink plenty of water. They said hot showers and a vaporizer would help.â
Mabel frowned. âShe needs a separate room. Hm. Canât do that here right now. But maybe . . .â She turned back into her office, got on the phone, talked a little while, then came back out into the foyer, smiling. âThe Baxters will take her for a few days. Heâs driving down to get her and Estelle.â
I was confused. âJosh and Edesa Baxter? He said they lived in a tiny studio. How do they have room forââ
âNo, no, not Josh.â Mabel laughed. âHis parents , Denny and Jodi Baxter. They were here Sunday night. You met them, I think. Josh told me on the sly to call them if I ever needed temporary space. With Josh married and his sister at college, they have a couple of empty bedrooms right now.â
âWow. Thatâs generous.â
Mabel laughed. âWell, Josh said his mom might not officially
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