It had been days since Cecily had eaten and her stomach had a short memory of washing dishes for food or sweeping sidewalks outside restaurants for a meal and a drink in some rural areas.  She hated going into the big cities with their bright lights and cars.  St. Louis had been enough for her on that.  Besides, after the big city she lived in, for what seemed like an eternity, the country towns she went through seemed more accommodating and hospitable.  A couple of them even allowed her to stay the night and sleep in their barn.  That felt good to Cecily.  It had been forever since she smelled barn odors and she was happy to sleep on the soft, fragrant straw and sleep in peace.  It sure was better than lying in a store doorway trying to sleep on concrete, a...

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