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She used to sleep in the Fifth Post Office. I could smell her before I rounded the entrance to where she slept, standing up, by the public phones. I smelled the urine that seeped through the layers of her dirty clothing and the decay from her nearly toothless mouth. If she was not asleep, she mumbled incoherently. Now they close the post office at six to keep the homeless out, so she curls up on the sidewalk, talking to herself, her mouth flapping open as though unhinged, her smells diminished by the soft breeze. One Thanksgiving we had so much food left over, I packed it up, excused myself from the others and drove to Fifth Street. It was a frigid night. Leaves were swirling around the streets and hardly anyone was out, all but a few of the luckless in some warm home or shelter. But I knew I would find her. Noteused to：（过去）常常 urine：尿 decay：腐烂 incoherently：无条理地 curl up：蜷曲（身体） unhinged：精神错乱的 frigid：寒冷的 She was dressed as she always was, even in summer: The warm woolly layers concealing her old, bent body. Her bony hands clutched the precious shopping cart. She was squatting against a wire fence in front of the playground next to the post office. "Why didn't she choose some place more protected from the wind?" I thought, and assumed she was so crazy she did not have the sense to huddle in a doorway. I pulled my shiny car to the curb, rolled down the window and said, "Mother … would you …" and was shocked at the word "Mother". But she was … is … in some way I cannot grasp. | 
