[ WP ] `` The girl who slept on the catwalks above the flea market ''

Well it was n't like she did n't have a home. She was n't a bum or anything, she just liked it up there. She could see everything and hear everything and she always knew where the best sales were. 
 
 It got a little cold at night sometimes but she improvised with sweaters and balled up newspapers and she even found a knit hat that she wore pretty much all the time now. Food was n't too hard, either. She figured out that people are pretty damn wasteful, and they threw away half-eaten food all the time. Still warm too! She ate a lot of popcorn but that was all right, really, she had always liked going to the movies. Not that it happened often but sometimes they could scrape a few dollars together and spend a hot afternoon in the cool dark of the theatre. 
 
 She ca n't remember the last time she saw a movie. 
 
 She talked with the old ladies, sometimes, who showed up early in the morning with their rolling shopping carts and hard, thrifty looks on their faces. Sometimes they brought hard candies or peanut brittle and she always savors the sweetness of their company. She figures they are as lonely as she is. 
 
 She could go home anytime she wants. But for now she's content with her ramshackle world.
