“Branches, half bare of leaves, swayed in the wind, and the nearby buildings grinned at me through mouths of window with teeth of broken wooden boards. Everything that didn’t smell of old dust smelled of old garbage. Did I mention this wasn’t the nicest neighborhood? Without Hruotlundt’s pointer, I might not’ve searched this area close enough, mighta missed this particular street. Now? Now I was finally gettin’ somewhere. My first clue that things’d gone hinky was the vagrants. Or rather, my fir...st clue wasn’t the vagrants. See, Chicago’s inner-city homeless—and there were a lot of ’em—had all been thrown into disarray when the city cleaned up downtown for the Dems’ National Convention back in summer. Dunno why they bothered; it ain’t as though the politicos, the newshawks, or the listeners at home don’t know ’bout the Depression. But they did bother, and a lotta the outer neighborhoods, like this one, got a whole new influx of citizens without addresses. Most of that had reversed itself in the few months since, but a small chunk of ’em hadn’t bothered wandering back to their old haunts.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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