a manager who looked at her like she was something stuck to his shoe.
The number still didn’t work. Every week she fell further behind. And now the formula was gone. There was one person left to call. One lifeline Clara had been saving for true emergency. Evelyn Taus. Clara had met her at Harbor Grace shelter two years ago. Seven months pregnant and sleeping in her car after her boyfriend cleaned out their joint account and vanished.
Evelyn ran the shelter. 67 years old, silver-haired with a heart big
