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Three for $10

Newports and sundresses. My friendship with a homeless woman.

Rebecca White
Jan 09, 2015
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She was sitting on a city bench, alone. Rihanna’s “Diamonds” was playing from a small boombox next to her. She wore a straw sunhat that reminded me of The Beverly Hillbillies and a black bra over a black body suit. Her left breast was slipping out from its cup, but she wasn’t aware. She was black and probably in her fifties. She wore a hospital bracelet on her wrist with a picture of her face on it.

I walked past her at first, $20 in ones and fives in my back pocket. I was going to get lunch, looking for homeless people who were begging for money. When I looked back at her, we made eye contact.

One look. That’s all it took.

“I had a concussion,” she said, pointing to her wristband. A cigarette was smoking itself in her fingers.

I moved toward her. She mumbled something about her wallet being stolen.

I gave her a five-dollar bill, something I do rarely. A buck is about as much as I’ll give to strangers, but when I do it’s usually a heartwarming experience—for …

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