…Ten kids were inside; some sleeping on bare mattresses that littered the floor, some on a couch, watching cable TV on a 42" flat-screen that dominated the room. Milk crates served as seats, cigarettes burned in two different ashtrays, themselves overflowing with butts.
"He's upstairs," said the matriarch, forty pounds overweight, greasy long hair, dirty gray hoodie and black stretch pants. Her feet were filthy.
"Are all these yours?" I asked, amazed. She was only about 35 herself.
"I take care of them."
"Really."
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Hi Mike, lost track of you for awhile. Glad to see your still on it and writing. Its like catching up with an old friend. Thank you. Stay safe out there
Thanks tbones, great to hear from you! When I closed my Facebook personal page it was like falling off of the face of the earth, amazing how powerful that medium is. I still maintain that the whole thing is kind of silly (facebook) and more distracting than productive, but who knows, it might catch on!