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street.”
    “Yes,” said Marisol. “I know about that.”
    “Do you?” asked Peggy. She looked over Marisol with an appraising eye. Marisol supposed that after the incident in the park she was bedraggled, but not as much as other people in the shelter.
    “Do you need to see someone?” Peggy said. “We have a nurse here—”
    “No,” said Marisol. “I’m fine. Just a little hungry.”
    “Well, the dining room is through there,” she said pointing to the door Flo and Billy went through. “And you probably should hurry. We close the line at eight.”
    Marisol walked into the dining room. Immediately she was overwhelmed with the scope of what she saw. There were a least two hundred people at the tables, from every age group from the very young to the elderly. She had no idea that homelessness had such scope in a very rich country like the United States.
    She took a tray as she saw other people do and slid it along the metal ledge. There were several people dishing out food, but the one that immediately caught her eye was a blond headed man. He was wearing simple clothes, a white button-down shirt and khakis, but from the fine sheen of them the clothes were of obvious high quality. A small boy, maybe around six, was ahead of Marisol, along with an elderly woman and the man’s eyes lit up when he saw him.
    “Hello, Simon. How did school go today?”
    School? Marisol never considered that the homeless went to school, but then she didn’t imagine that so many children were homeless.
    “It was great! We learned about dinosaurs!”
    “Come along, Simon,” said the woman. “Let’s not bother Mr. Ryan today. There are other people in line.”
    “It’s no bother, Mrs. Harrigan. Here let me help you with Simon’s tray.” The man hurried around the end of the hot tables and helped Simon and Mrs. Harrigan taking the unwieldy trays from both.
    “One moment,” he said, turning to Marisol. He stared a Marisol for a moment and then blinked. “I’ll be right back.” Quickly he led them to a table with a few empty spots, settled the trays and returned to his station.
    “Thanks,” he said with a wide grin. He spooned Marisol a generous helping of the stew. “You’re new here aren’t you? I mean, I haven’t seen you here before today.”
    “You’re right. I haven’t been here before today.”
    “Well, come back whenever you like. We’re here to help.”
    “Thanks,” said Marisol feeling her skin blush. She liked this unassuming man with an easy manner.
    A nun in a black habit came up behind Ryan.
    “Mr. Kelley, let’s move the line along. We’re closing the kitchen in five minutes.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” said Ryan. He smiled at Marisol.
    “Catch you later.”
    Marisol shook her head as she headed to the tables to find a place to sit. It used to be that she was out of the league of many men she met. Now the tables were turned. She was homeless, and someone like Ryan Kelley were out of her league.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
The End of Her Rope
    For the third time this evening, Marisol was unable to eat. The stew tasted good, though it wasn’t something she was used to eating. She nibbled on the biscuit she was given, but even that didn’t soothe her jangled nerves.
    What am I doing here? What have I gotten myself into?
    Her father must be worried sick. Gustav, their head of security, who her father surely would have called by now, must be ready to tear apart the streets of New York. She should return and apologize to her father.
    Marisol fingered her cell phone in her pocket. Maybe she could at least call him and let him she was all right.  But no. He’d talk her into coming back and she couldn’t.  Each time she contemplated that thought the image came to her of Tristan being rude to her, saying those awful things, but what was the absolutely the last stray was him fingering her in her intimate places at the head table while she was sitting next to her father. No. The