She Defended a Lonely Biker, and Her Town Never Saw It Coming

insisted on keeping things simple.

No souvenirs with her face on them.

No attention she had not earned.

Just food.

Strong coffee.

Open doors.

The jar by the register filled and emptied and filled again as money got routed through the hospital social worker’s office to families who needed help with all the small expenses illness dragged in behind it.

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