Oquirrh knows what she means. "Day by day," she agrees. "You're doing it right."

"And I know you don't want to trust people, but--here." She slips a business card out of her pocket. It bears her street name and a russet version of her snowflake mark. "You ever need help, even groceries or a bed for the night, feel free to call and I'll come, soon as I can. No charge, no strings attached."