As we stood outside, she stopped to stare at the house, and I realized it was the first time she was seeing the place where I had brought her, where she would be staying. She looked at me with unasked questions in her eyes, probably wondering how a homeless beggar came to have an apartment and why he still roamed the streets if he had a roof to give.

I ignored all the unasked questions and asked, "You coming?" She nodded and followed me. I noticed that she was no longer limping as much ...