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  • In the morning, Terry and Essie found wild strawberries and ate them on stale crackers. They joked that it tasted like strawberry pie. Hunger, Terry thought, made less appealing things taste better.

    The soup kitchen at the church opened for lunch at 11. Essie and Terry were first in line. They gobbled down the early bird special, omelet soup, which was full of scrambled eggs, ham, broccoli and cheese and tasted excellent. When they went back for seconds, it was gone, and they had beef barley soup instead, which was also good, but more ordinary. There were cheese biscuits, too, the second round, and dollops of soup cream to drop in the soup if they wanted. They did.

    Essie looked up at Terry, smiling broadly, and Terry thought some of that pinched look had faded. With food and a bath, she looked sweeter, less suspicious, happier. But the thought of suspiciousness had Terry looking around. What if Claude found her here?

    This is a small scene from my UNfinished novel, Disappearing. I classified it as "outsiders" because Essie and Terry are street people, homeless. Well, that's not exactly entirely true, but they are outsiders, for sure.
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