I put a pillow under my son's head and draped a cloth over the gaping wound in his throat as they unwrapped the blanket, then ordered everybody out of...the house. I locked all the doors, closed the drapes and sat down next to him. I took his hand in one of mine and stroked his hair with the other.And then I cried.It all bubbled up inside me and all the emotions overflowed. The hurt, the anger, the guilt, the sorrow, the fear – they all poured out and there was nothing I could do to stop. Although the bed had never become comfortable, he had become used to sleeping on the hard surface. The meals were nutritious, but not always tasty. The nights were cold and he found that he was loosing weight since his body was trying to accommodate the changes in weather.Dante hadn’t tried to fit in with the men and women in the Homeless Hotel. Most of the time was spent sitting on a railroad tie thinking about his commission, but he didn’t do anything about it. The only time he wasn’t on the. He was at the desk on his own and I stopped to chat, smiling at him as I approached. He put his head on one side and smiled back.“Everything OK with the TV?” he asked.“Brilliant,” I replied and leant on the desk in front of him, adding, “You on the desk again tonight then?” “Only till 10 o’clock; I just have to be on call after that,” he said.“So what are you going do – you’ve not got any TV to watch now, thanks to me?” I grinned, being cheeky but trying to be friendly at the same time. He. ‘What … say two o’clock’? ‘Two o’clock is good for me Bill’. She gave me her address, a big hug and we went our separate ways. I knocked on the door of her cottage and was a little surprised when Beth answered. At the supermarket she was dressed quite plain. But she had changed her clothes and was now dressed in a loose green skirt which accentuated her wide sexy hips, a turquoise sleeveless top that was straining to contain her awesome boobs and she had let her hair down which was cascading.