At 2:30 in the morning our door bell rang.
A distressed 18 year young woman stood shivering on the front porch.
Tiny T-Shirt, skinny jeans, no socks in her boots. Tipsy.

She had lost her friends, phone and wallet. 

"Why did you chose this house?"
"It looked so warm"

She called her grandma and huddled in a blanket.
Before tea water was boiling her father ran up to the door.
Pale, his jacket open over a T-shirt and jogging pants.
Angry. Relieved.

While she was stumbling towards him she looked back at us.

"I want to be like you. From now on I am going to be as friendly as you two!"

I like that. A lot.

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