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There was someone I should have checked in with days ago, if she was still around.
Ralph had introduced me to Ginger Ratnor back when we worked together at the Public Defender’s Office. She ran a cleaning service at the time, employing young women who had few prospects that didn’t involve lying on their backs. In addition to employing them, she helped with housing, saw to it they attended substance abuse and mental health counseling, got their GEDs, and anything else that might get and keep their lives on track. But she played a little fast and loose with the rules to help the girls (occasionally underage). I was afraid it would eventually catch up with her.
Ginger and Ralph had had a falling out a few years ago and no longer spoke, but I didn’t know the details. Something about her
