I Let a Homeless Man Stay One Night and Came Home to a Different Apartment

did you manage all this?”

He gestured at the stove. “I used to cook. Before.”

On the kitchen table was a plate with two grilled cheese sandwiches and a bowl of soup that was clearly not from a can. I could see herbs floating on top, a depth of color that canned soup does not achieve. Real broth. Someone had made stock.

The exhaustion I had brought home continue reading …