I went out for ice cream and came back with a homeless woman - Part 6
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Tuesday night, while the kids were getting ready for bed, April appeared again. She was making a trade, her bike with the busted tire for one that worked. The guy she traded with waited nearby at a distance for her to bring the bike out to him. I asked her what time she wanted to leave the next morning for her appointment. "I'm not going to go," she told me. "I got a bed at the rehab place, I go in on Thursday. So I'm just going to call them and let them know I'm doing what they told me to do first. There are some things I have to get together to take though, before I can go in. Could I come over tomorrow so you can help me figure out what I need and where to get it?" I had given her $10 the night before to get minutes on her phone which is how she got the news. "I'd be glad to." I told her, really happy that she had a bed, already mentally rifling through the linen closet so I knew what I co