The woman had returned with the promised items. My desperation to be clean far outweighed my guilt of dirtying such a stark white wash cloth.

One for One, I thought, keeping tabs on her word. In my week living with Mike in the shed, I did learn a lot, even if he didn’t think I was listening or cared. He told me everyone can be initially trusted, but to watch for the decline. There is always a pattern before their true intentions come to light. Ms. E...