*I OWN ONLY PLOT*
"Hi. I'd like to give you this dog." Mara smiled at the kennel owner.
"Sure. Just fill out these forms." He smiled at her. She felt so bad as she filled it out.
She handed back the signed forms and handed over her dog. "There you go. All yours." She smiled kindly.
At her home, she tidied it up and called a real estate agent. She got him to see her home. He asked "Are you going to leave the furniture or are you taking that?"
"Leaving it. You can sell that off too."
Mara walked out. She didn't really like living there. She was found by a wandering Patricia. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Thinking. I've sold the house. I think I'm going to live on the streets from now on."
"No, you are not. And if you do, I'm calling that woman you keep visiting. Judy?"
"Trudy, you dumb redhead." Mara corrected snappishly.
"OK, OK. Not that big of a difference." Patricia raised her hands in surrender.
"Huge difference. And I am living on the streets, I've given my house to a real estate agent. And if you bother Trudy with this, I'll kill you." Mara warned.
"She'll care, you know, Mara! She'll want to know."
"She can't know. She's got so much on her plate at the minute."
Patricia looked at Mara. "She has to know. Your parents have moved to that remote part of Antartica. You cannot be homeless."
"I can. I don't want shelter, Patricia. I just don't like living in anything. It's horrible." Mara told her.
Patricia sighed. "You're on a suicide mission."
Mara looked away. If it came to that, the guilt, the pain eating away at her, she'd be ready. But she didn't want to, not yet.