Volume 1, No. 1

Ten Dollar Conscience / Williams ... 3

bare-skinned face, authentic hippie commune braids and beaded vest shoring up belief over cynicism to the extent of a two dollar donation. Ten hours later Lynn was not so sure. And here she was, back at the bus station where she'd run into her.
What if she attracted amateur beggars? She knew she noticed people, made eye contact when she probably shouldn't. It would be a stretch, of course, to cast either the bright eyed young man or the worried Nainamo resident as shy and retiring. It was possible they did such things routinely without batting an eye. She would have given the woman the whole $8.50 she said she was short if she'd really been sure she was genuine. Probably. The twonie was a sort of compromise.
The whole business worried Lynn as she trudged across the street to the beleaguered park, laden with her things and a day's disjointed socializing.