When Abby came around the corner of the building, she saw a woman sitting in the doorway of her salon. It was the same homeless woman she had seen a week ago, and no doubt the same person Sonia had seen sleeping in the doorway.
“Oh, well, hello,” Abby said, looking down where the woman had made herself comfortable during the night. A large garbage bag beside her was partially open, and she had a blanket on top of her legs. Immediately, she jumped to her feet and began pushing things into the bag.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll move. Sorry,” she said as she bent to stuff articles away.
“It’s okay,” Abby said gently. “I don’t mind if you sleep here during the night. Really, it’s okay.”
Through dirty brown strands, she peered at Abby, not sure how to respond. A blue knit hat, despite the warm weather
