It’s a beautiful evening and a perfect one to move. The weather is so perfect that I could just stand out here on Eva’s lawn until the mosquitoes eat me alive. The church usually lets out the one-bedroom apartments for a short period of time to homeless congregants, but after I told pastor about Eva’s lack of education and resources, he agreed to let her have a six-month paid lease while we help her get her life on track. She doesn’t say much about her past, except that she didn’t finish high school and that she had a rough childhood. I don’t know for sure, but I think that she was into drugs. Why else would she be so secretive about her life? Pam walks up from her car, which she’s parked on the sidewalk. I didn’t think she was even coming, because Troy and the kids are at Kings Island and she has the whole house to herself to write. “Hey, Yvonne,” Pam says as she hugs me tightly. On closer inspection, Pam looks worried about something. Her curly hair is in a big Afro puff, which gives her a youthful appearance.
