Hobo Sex

"At first, a decade ago, when she’d been living on the streets alone, Diana’s survival plan was to creep away in secrecy into a park and no tell anyone. "No one knows where I’m hiding." That was the old defense. But now Diana was too prosperous to hide-- 3 dogs, 2 shopping carts laden with rugs and sacks and sacks of clothes from the Free Box.---Possessions. Amid bags and bags of old mildewed clothes-- older acquirements; and the cans and bottles that her and Annie Pickup picked up on their way to nowhere, bony white hands reaching from ragged sleeves and padded jackets; carts bursting with junk as they walked stoically up the streets from the lot to the Park 20 blocks off."