Rose
Rose Tumbler entered the facility begrudgingly. She didn’t want to be here but was giving it a try. The homeless were encouraged to stay at the new shelter, but she rather liked sleeping outdoors, and that wasn’t because she was a health nut or the outdoorsy type. No one told her what to do or when to do it. She was free to do as she pleased. In here, everyone was your boss.
“Any I.D.?” the stout woman asked from across the counter.
“Yeah.” Rose pulled out her driver’s license from a jean pocket and slid it over the counter to the woman, who wrote information on a form attached to a clipboard.
“This is your number. Don’t lose it,” she said, slapping down a laminated card in front of her. “You’ll be in the second cot by the windows. Over there,” she said, pointing in the proper dir
