“I don’t have any money to pay you back for the clothes,” I said.

Rachel stopped and turned to look at me.

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said.

“This is your home now.”

She reached into her scrub pocket and took out the worn deck of playing cards.

She set the cards on the desk next to my plastic bag.

“I’ll make us some chicken soup,” she said.

“Then you can try to beat me at rummy again.”