Kris felt the woman’s attitude like a punch to her gut, taken off guard that this street woman would act superior to them. “Who do—”
“Look up.” Sher pointed to the ceiling to avoid a confrontation. “Cobwebs like blankets. And dust on the floors and tables. No one has been in here in a long time. We could stay here. Rest up.”
“Not for long,” the woman said. “People can see straight down into here. They could watch us sleep. Shut it.”
Sher ignored her. She seemed off.
The woman sensed Sher’s attitude. “You don’t know city life. You got no space here. It’s not like—” She stopped herself from telling the girls she was from Willmar. “Wherever you’re from.”
“What’s the tunnel for?” Kris set her grandfather’s pack on the plank floor.
“It’s real obvious,” the woman said, cracking her knuckle
