"Do you need a ride to work today?" Aspen asks as she enters the small tiled kitchen.
"No, it's two blocks and I'm not due in for a while." I don't admit my secondary reason, a promise to myself that I would interrupt Aspen's life as little as possible while I'm here. The woman barely knows me, but she's opened her place without anything expected in return. It's more than I asked and I'm clueless as to how to repay her. The $500 in rent I'll force her to take doesn't feel like enough.
Aspen peeks her head into the living room where I sit on top of my makeshift bed now a couch again. When she looks back at me, her face is scrunched up on one side in question. "I hope the couch was okay. You folded it out, right?"
"Yeah, I picked it up already, but I slept great. Thank you."
I set my ala
