Not wanting to be a burden on others, Alice has started trying to buy all of her meals at the diner near the warehouse. It costs $12, but it tastes better than her own cooking, and it feels honest.
Being without a proper bed again means Alice’s job performance is dropping. She’s not coming out of work feeling good.
But she’s still getting the urge to donate after almost every day at work. Dropping that envelope into the nearest mailbox is her greatest source of comfort. It’s what makes it all worthwhile.
Many of the other residents of the town still aren’t very understanding of her situation.
But there are still a few familiar faces around the town that are sympathetic to her. Even if Alice doesn’t realise it.