“What?” Terry questioned Jackie.
“Garbage cans.” Jackie lit a cigarette. “Rats.”
Terry sized up Kristin, wondering if her luck could be so good as to have the light-skinned Indian girl be a dyke like her butchy cousin.
“Here.” Terry tossed the packages on a mattress. Dust fluttered.
The girls did not move although they were hungry. Jackie cried. Terry embraced her from behind. “Talkin’ about it on the street. Wasn’t a thing you could do,” she whispered.
The women looked sick. Dark crescents hung beneath their eyes. Jackie’s hair straggled down her back, but it was more an overall feel of worn that made Kris unsure and Sher edgy.
Terry pointed at the packages, her arms still around Jackie. “Caramel rolls,” she said. “Eat. They’re not poisoned.”
The girls ate.
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Little Falls, Mi
