Even if I’m selfishly glad to be the one rescuing her in a low moment for a change, I hate that she’s having the low moment in the first place. As little as I know her, I still know she shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable anywhere in this whole tasteless town. Not someone like her—this interesting dichotomy of warm and fierce. Who gives her time, home, and energy to wounded creatures … even the unfamiliar ones on two legs, like me.
