there was a black lady and a white lady with suitcases. at one point the black lady asked the white lady to open up her suitcase but to ‘make it quick’ as there were a lot of people around. as she fumbles through clothes, she finds a notebook and hands it over. the black lady opened it up and asked a gentleman sitting across from me if she could borrow his phone. he obliged and she spent the next 10 minutes on his phone. after she was finished, she asked the man if he had a place her and her friend could stay for the night. he said he didn’t but he would’ve offered if he had space. as she’s clutching her bible, the white lady says she was tired of sleeping at the hospitals and that they might get arrested if they do it again. she tried to be discreet but i overheard. when the light rail came to jw clay, i got off and glanced at the ladies one more time. the black lady was asleep and the white lady looked distraught.
as i walked to the parking deck, i looked up at the sky hoping they’d find their way home.
-ratha, 10:16pm, 2.14.19