Nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home. It seemed only the natural thing to do when at the fairgrounds. Being so far away from her real home and put in a difficult position one had to make up with substitutes.

“I told you things would go this way.”

She looked up into the face of a slender man with tricolored eyes and the mischievous expression of an animal. The space was tight, he made up for it by practically perching himself on the pocket-sized sink.