Lane: ST. PETERSBURG
Rose Woodworth stood in the center of a weedy parking lot off Fifth Street, surveying what was left of her life:
A wooden coffee table. A plastic dish drainer. Three Southern Living cookbooks.
Everything was strewn around the asphalt. Off to one side, she kept the things she wanted to take with her: Blue flowered sheets. Red Huffy bicycle. A portrait of Jesus, drawn by a friend.
"Hey, is this a garage sale or what?" asked a man walking by.
"Yep," said Rose. "This is all our stuff. We just got evicted. . . . We're trying to sell enough to get $99 so we can get a motel for three days."
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