They’d moved for his job and nowhere to live, just family and car and luggage in the back. But at least the camp-site had a decent shower.
Miriam took the children to town. “We want to play,” they said but she insisted on school.
“Where d’you live?” asked the woman at the desk.
“We’re between homes.”
Then Mikey piped up, “We live in a tent.”
“We sleep in the car,” said Anne.
“We’ve not got a bed.”
“You’ll need an address in the school district,” said the lady and Miriam sighed.
“Okay, maybe studying’ll wait til another day.”