When Abby left work, she walked to the Baptist Church nearby. As she approached, she saw numerous homeless people standing in line for dinner. So many, they were leaking out from the cafeteria. She noticed a woman who seemed to be organizing the people, so she approached her.
“Hi, I’m Abby Bugsly. I have a salon on Beach, where I allow one of the homeless women to sleep.”
The woman graciously nodded her head, even though she seemed busy. “That’s nice.”
“She’s been missing for a while, and I’m concerned. I thought maybe you would know her and may have seen her?”
“What does she look like?”
“About this tall,” she said, holding her hand flat at the correct height. “Brown hair falling straight to her chin. She usually wears jeans or shorts with a tee. Of course, they all do that. She seems
