He was so angry at her. She had such a big fat, stinking mouth. It was not his fault that she had died. It was her own fat mouth that had gotten him so mad at her. Paul Sicarius had been having a fight with Jenny Pulosy about where they would park the van tonight. Paul wanted to go down town to the tent encencampment. He knew he could find the drugs that he had needed so badly there among the street people, his people. Jenny was angry because he already traded off her nice work shoes to try to get a hit last week. Jenny didn't understand it. She smoked a little dope, but she didn't do the hard stuff. She yelled at Paul," I didn't nurse you back to health for you to die of a drug overdose." Paul had depended on her resources to get by. He knew that once she ran out of money, he wouldn't nee
