Dead silence. Not a sound. Just the occasional grunt from Maureen. Finally, Joanne broke the silence.
"Oh my God!" She said. Not in a pushy voice. Not in a sad voice. Just pure shock. "What is that?" More silence. "Maureen, what is that?" But Maureen was too weak to speak. She just grunted as warm tears streamed down her face.
We stayed that way for a long time. Finally, Maureen's grunts stopped. We checked to see if she was okay. She was sleeping.
Joanne, not saying or doing anything, just walked to the door, gave me one last glance, and left. I went into my room and got out my blanket. I laid it on Maureen. Just as I went towards my room, I turned back to Maureen.
Throughout all of this, all I could think of was her. Even though I was so tired, all I did was look at her…I am in deep shit.
"Oh my god! She was in that building?" Mimi asked, when Joanne and I told the tale the next day.
"Yes." I said. Joanne and I had decided not to tell anyone what we had seen on Maureen's arm. "She was on the sixth floor."
But Joanne seemed concerned. "What's wrong with that building?"
"Well," Mimi said, "before I got the help I needed, that building was where a lot of people do stuff. What did you see in there?"
"Maureen." I said. But Joanne elaborated, "She was on the sixth floor, but on the floors below, we saw people shooting drugs, prostitutes and the men who bought them, and the whole time the smell of piss was in the air."
It was silent. Mimi seemed to be deep in thought. She walked over to a chair and sat down. Finally she asked, "Was there anything different about Maureen when you found her?"
"Well she was weak. Very weak. No doubt she had been doing something in there." Joanne said very hesitantly.
"But anything that looked like it hurt." Mimi said, "Anything she could have done to herself."
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