She has no home. She lives in different motels by the week. We have no idea who she calls "friends". As far as we know we have no names of anyone she has been around for years. I am serious when I say she lives on the street. Her life is horrible. I would not wish it on my worst enemy. She's been hopeless and despondent many times but we can't help her. She will turn around and steal from us or sneak around and get in trouble and deny it. She is the perfect example of what you read a drug addict is all about. It's not how she wants to be. I'm sure of that. We will see what tomorrow brings. We have a man to go with us which, sorry to say, usually helps.