Most of the Friday afternoon lunch crowd had left. The public space was nearly empty. The woman, not old and not young anymore, sat on one of the hard wooden benches. Her eyes started to water. “Someone please! Won’t you please give me money for something to eat? I won’t bother you anymore.” People walked past her. She kept repeating the words over and over again, adding “Do help me! I am homeless.” About 20 minutes went by. She got up and went to where the ice cream man was. She said something to him. The ice cream man stayed inside his truck. She walked away.