Mobile Home for the Holidays by Patient Lee

  • Written by: Patient Lee


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Hailey deceives herself for a long time, but she finally realizes living in her car means she is officially homeless. She begins her new life of moving from place to place, avoiding authorities. Morgan is an eighteen year old runaway, disowned by her homophobic parents. Hailey meets Morgan when she finds her dumpster diving in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. Their initial distrust subsides and they become allies. An old friend's kindness give both of them a chance at a new life, but when Hailey learns that Morgan is gay, her reaction drives Morgan away. Will Hailey find Morgan in time for the holidays to tell her about their new home?



The next time I saw “Wendy,” I was sleeping in my car in the Burger King parking lot. The lunch rush was a good time for me to sleep because the employees were too busy serving Whoppers to hassle me. I slept longer than usual, and I snapped awake to banging on my window, right next to my head. It was her.

My eyes popped open, and I put my hands up in surrender. She yelled through the glass, “Why are you following me?”

I shook my head to deny it. I was here first. How can I be following her?

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Her frigid eyes glinted in the sunlight, cold as ice. She made a motion to roll down the window. I was in the back seat to sleep, so I unlocked the door and eased it open. Dumb move, but I was naïve. I kept my hands up and got out slowly. Her face was cleaner this time, but just as angry.

“I-I’m not following you. We just end up in the same place at the same time, I guess.” She terrified me. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“What are you doing here then?” Her voice was a growl. “Are you a social worker or what?”

“I was sleeping,” I said. “Same thing I was doing at Wendy’s that day.”

“Why the fuck are you sleeping in your car?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why do you eat garbage?” I crossed my arms, too.

One side of her mouth twitched, as if she was fighting a smile. “Tou-fuckin-ché.” I cracked up. Agreement was the last thing I expected from her. I relaxed my arms. She did not.

“You can see why it seems suspicious though, right? You don’t look like you can afford to buy me lunch any more than I can afford to buy it myself.”

“I wasn’t offering three squares a day or anything,” I said wryly. I couldn’t contain my smile, and I laughed again. This time she laughed with me.

“How about you let me buy you lunch, and I’ll tell you why I sleep in my car. I could use the company, even though you scare the crap out of me.”

With a look of distrust, she nodded. “Okay,” she said, “but not here. I fucking hate Burger King.”

“Get in.” We rode in silence for a few blocks. “I’m Hailey,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Morgan, and before you ask, I’m twenty-five.”

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Without the dirt caking her face, she looked thirteen. “You better sell your beauty secrets then, ‘cause you look ten years younger than that.” I shot her a sassy look and whispered, “How old are you really?”

“Almost eighteen. I swear,” she said, red-faced. “I’ll be eighteen at the end of the month. November 29th.”

Morgan. Not Wendy, I thought. “I’m twenty-one. I celebrated my big birthday last month with an eighty-two year old lady. I bought a bottle of wine and smuggled it into the nursing home where I work.” I giggled, and for the first time, Morgan smiled.

This book was added to our catalog on Wednesday 03 January, 2018.

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