I lie in a clean bed, smelling the newness of the sheets. I am used to sleeping on the hard ground under a blanket or newspaper. This bed feels different. It is soft under me. On top of me is something like a giant pillow case around a light blanket made of pillow stuff.

Although I am very happy to be staying with Gogo Kaye, everything is very strange. I don’t deserve to be in such a nice place. It is a different world to me.

I turn over onto my side. A heavy weight is next to my feet....