Chapter 4

Within a few steps, he saw the peculiar man approaching him. The other guy was not alone. Another skinny, somewhat grungy-looking fellow was with him. Daz headed for one of the picnic tables and sat down, spreading his bounty on the table.

The two homeless men, or at least he had to assume they were from the looks of them, sat across from him and both reached for coffees.

“Hey, man, this is all right. Thanks.”

“I got some donuts, too.” Daz unrolled the top of the bag and pushed it across the table. He’d already taken one and when he saw the two grubby hands reach into the bag, one after the other, he decided one would be enough for him. Had either of these guys washed in weeks? He mentally shook his head.

Oh, shit! Give it a rest. Don’t be judgmental. Nana isn’t here to warn you about germs and dirt.What these men might tell him meant a lot more that their cleanliness—or lack of it.