…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."