Chapter 13
Perrin took the twenty thousandth load of garbage of stank out to the Dumpster behind the restaurant. At the same moment, the woman across the alley was carrying out a pillow-case-sized cloth bag filled with fabric. There were shots of cobalt blue, nimbus gray, and sunshine yellow peeking out the top.
She was lifting it into her own Dumpster when Perrin shouted to stop her.
“You’re throwing all that out?”
“Sure.” The woman was bone-thin, looked as if she’d been that way for her whole life.
“Why?”
“They’re just scraps,” she went to lift it again and Perrin hurried over to stop her. Then she realized she was still carrying the bulging sack of restaurant ick.
“Wait. Just wait.” She turned back, threw out her own bag, did her best to wipe her hands on her soiled jeans, and hu
