“For mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face…” — William Blake
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She could be seen nearly any day of the week, sitting on the the sidewalk outside the market or liquor store. She would usually have her cats with her, crowded into a pet box. She wore several layers of clothing which she got from the free box, topped off by a floppy hat made of white cotton eyelet. Her name was Nellie.
Nellie painted whiskers on her face and colored her mouth with a blue felt pen that someone kindly bought for her. She could not go into the stores any more because she smelled bad. The shower program for the homeless at a local church had to be discontinued for reconstruction, so there was no place for her to bathe. The soup kitchen at another church was also discontinued, so she no longer had the assurance of a regular meal.
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