Re: This is why Clem employs a chauffeur: Clem & Evie
Clem didn't know the name. If Shane had ever mentioned it, she'd put it right out of her mind like she did every other thing she discounted as not being real important to her. She knew the man had bedded down with someone at Halloween, but that hadn't fussed her at the time, not when Graham was the only thing going in her head.
"No, honey. Names of folks you might want me to call," Clem said, still talking slow as the woman sat. She didn't move forward to help her. She didn't even think on it. Fur would be real hard to get that blood and grime from, and she wasn't risking her coat; she loved it too well. The woman wasn't falling over, neither, and she didn't have nice clothes to fret over ruining.
To be fair, Clem really did think this was nothing special. Dirty homeless folks happened in places. She didn't think it was a thing needed calling police or ambulances for.
But she was trying to be real patient. "I'm Clementine. Now, you rattle off names of other homeless journal folks you know." Maybe they all huddled someplace sometimes. Hopefully someplace real close.