"AreyouOK?"heaskedbendingoverher．

        "Twenty...twenty...twentydollars..."shebeggedinahoarseandalmostindistinguishablevoice．Dimitriknewthatshemustbeanaddict，tormentedbyherneedfordrugs．Hesearchedthroughhispockets,foundadollarhereadollarthere,anotherfromhissocks，untilhegotsomethinglikefifteendollarsandgavethemtoher．Thegirl’slusterlesseyeslitupasshegrabbedthemoney，struggledupthestepsandsaid，"I’llberightback.”ItwasthenthatDimitrisawshewascrippledandwalkedwithalimp．

        Aftershehadleft，Dimitrispreadouthissleepingbagandpreparedtosleep．Thegirlwasbackinlessthantenminutes．Shewasnormalnowandwasnolongershivering．

        "Doyouhaveanymoremoney?Givethemtomeandyoucanhaveyourwaywithme..．Ineedthemoney.”

        "What’syourname?"

        "Sheila．"

        "Howoldareyou?"

        "Idon’tknow．Fifteentosixteen，Isuppose．Igrewupinfosterhomes．"Dimitriwantedtoaskmore，butSheilainterrupted，"D’youhaveanymoremoney？I’llsellyoumybody．Doyouwantme?"

        "OfcourseIdo．I’maman．ButIdon’thaveanymoremoney”．

        Shebowedherheadinsilence．Dimitrilookedather．Shewasnotbeautiful，butnotplain，either，justanaveragegirlindirtybluejeans，T-shirtandajacket．Washedanddressedupshecouldevenbecute．

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