“It has a radiator, an iron bed frame, and a desk.”

“What about my hospital admission?” I asked.

“Brenda Cole called my office twenty minutes ago,” Chloe said.

“She’s submitting an emergency county hardship waiver for your care, but you have to work twelve hours a week in the St.

Jude basement laundry to qualify.”

“When do I start?” I asked.

“Tomorrow morning at five,” Chloe said.

She put the car in gear and drove toward Market Street while rainwater pooled along the concrete gutters.