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get the stuff you
really
need.”
    “My medicines!” An older woman called out. “They’re on the dresser in room twelve.”
    “Hang on.” The young Hispanic guy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that looked like a receipt of some sort. “Anybody got a pen?”
    Amelia reached into her purse and handed him the pen she used to fill out application forms.
    “Okay, room twelve?” He glanced at the older woman as she nodded.
    “Can you get my suitcase under the bed in room four?” Amelia called out.
    He nodded and scribbled something on the paper. Suddenly everyone in the group was calling out items and the guy scribbled away. Two hours later just as the sun was setting the last duffle bag was tossed out of the window to the older man Amelia spoke to earlier.
    “Okay, that’s
everything
.” The Hispanic guy called out. He was covered in sweat but despite his original intention he had managed to bring out almost everyone’s property including Amelia’s one neatly packed suitcase and a second hastily packed suitcase created when he dumped all the rest of her stuff into it.
    When the second suitcase hit the ground it landed on the locking mechanism. Amelia tried to open it to organize her possessions and tuck everything neatly inside when she realized the lock was jammed making it impossible to open.
    “You broke it.” She frowned up at the guy where he was still standing in the window.
    “You’re welcomed!” He snapped before turning to climb down out of the window. Once he reached the ground he turned to her and hissed. “And maybe if you got yourself a
real man
you wouldn’t be so heartbroken over it!”
    Amelia stood staring after him with wide eyes. “What the hell is that suppose to mean?!”
    But his retreating back was her only answer. As everyone scattered with their belongings Amelia dragged her mix matched bags to the front and stopped when she reached the curb.
Now what?
    This situation was far worse than when she’d arrived in Los Angeles because at least then she’d had some money to hold her for a while. This time she found herself homeless with no money and no prospects. Suddenly the idea of masturbating in front of a group of people didn’t seem like such a big deal. Although, she was pretty sure that wasn’t even an option anymore.
    Feeling lightheaded Amelia slumped on the corner of the neatly packed larger suitcase and took a deep breath. Her empty stomach rumbled to life reminding her that it had been literally days since she’d eaten. As she sat there watching people climb into cars and wander off down the street dragging their tote-able worlds Amelia was beginning to understand how people became suicidal.
    Just then her cell phone rang again. Reaching into her pocket she saw it was Terry and suddenly remembered the offer he’d made her. In the confusion of finding herself without a place to live she’d completely forgotten to call him back.
    As the phone rang she considered what to tell him. Despite his heartfelt plea she didn’t trust Terry any further than the length of her arm. But right now she needed a friend and he was closest thing she had to one.
    Still she knew she couldn’t take this so called role playing job. For all she knew his “client” was some kind of human trafficking kingpin and she could find herself chained to the wall in some sicko’s basement.
    Today she’d been lucky. Mr. Sleazy hadn’t been nearly as sleazy as he could’ve been. But next time she may not be as lucky. Whatever his guy in Michigan wanted with her Amelia couldn’t believe it was simply to meet his dying grandfather.
    The phone stopped ringing just as she remembered the other part of what Terry said. If she agreed to take the job he’d offered to buy her ticket …to Michigan.
    She sat up a little straighter feeling the first faint stirrings of hope.
    Michigan.
    Home.
    The phone started ringing again. Amelia glanced at the screen not surprised to see it was