“It works,” Mick said after putting it on. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Shorty got down from the parapet, laying out his blanket. “Tomorrow we hit up one of the shelters that have a supply of used clothes for homeless guys. Get you outfitted and wash the blood off your head.”
“Why are you helping me?” Mick asked as he lay down next to the parapet.
“Why not? You don’t seem all that scary so I think you’re safe enough to hang with for now. We gotta help each other when we can, right? For sure no one else will.”
“Right,” Mick replied, because he had the feeling that was how it was on the streets. Something I may have known already, but can’t remember? No, not the way I’m dressed, I don’t think.