Paying up on the booth had meant not paying her house rent, which she’d believed acceptable until the landlord evicted her. Now Marsha was sleeping in the booth, on her merchandise. The iron bed frame with its thin, bounceless mattress had been an acquisition from a nursing home basement in Gary, Indiana; only the pillow was actually hers. The rest of her personal items were in the antique store employee bathroom, tucked into a medium-sized rolling luggage bag.