He returned to his seat at the table. "I stutter, but only when I'm stressed, same with the tics." Troy's lip curled up in a slight smile. "The seizures aren't that bad, really. I just get a little confused after, and then I start saying strange things."
Juicy didn't know what to say. Her pancakes had grown cold and she didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
"So that's why you're on the streets?" Juicy rose to dump her food into the trash.
"Not really." She turned to look at him curiously.
"Well, I get a social security check once a month and I can stay in a residential care home. It's paid for by the state. They give you your own place and a home health care aid comes by to check on you at regular intervals." Troy frowned and began drumming his fingers on the table. "But they'll m
