Nicole was a good source of information about street life. Whenever she was out working her husband was always watching from a short distance away - whether for her safety, or to make sure she declares all her earnings I do not know.
I had not seen Nicole for about a year when I was stopped at a stop light in Kensington when she hollered "Hey, it's me, Nicole!" She was about seventy pounds heavier and unrecognizable after a year in prison. She had just gotten out of prison three days earlier and made a beeline to the street, as is often the case.