By noon, he had returned with enough chicken to feed three people, plus drinks and sides. He took a chair out of the van for her to sit in, and they ate together and talked. She would not say much, except that she was physically uncomfortable. He spoke to her as gently as he did the first day they met, but he was adamant now. She needed a shower and clean clothes. She needed to get real rest and to see a doctor. She needed to get indoors, fast. OnPoint could help with all of that, he said. There was hot food there and medical professionals and some very nice case managers she could talk to.
She nodded and tried to make a joke, then stopped abruptly. "I know it's not really funny," she said. Before the conversation could continue, she caught sight of a man she said she needed to talk to and scurried off with a half-eaten chicken leg still in hand. Mr. Jones sighed heavily and put the chair back in the van. He was not sure she'd heard a word of what he had said.
But the next day, she arrived at OnPoint's headquarters, where all the resources that Mr. Jones had told her about were waiting. And with the promise of new life heavy in her womb, she finally went inside...
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