When Christy isn't annoying her friends, she's in the pool at five thirty in the morning, half swimming, half drowning. Christy also enjoys chasing her dog, Ned, with a pair of scissors. I see him on the street. Clothes unwashed, greasy hair. All his possessions in a bag.
People stare, wondering what to do.
Ignore him, pity him, get away from him. But, he is too busy to notice. He is going somewhere warm and familiar. A place where there are people, his friends. A place where people work, to help him.