Nancy was what you would call a "character": very erratic, sometimes frightening. She was not averse to throwing bricks at you, or coming after you with a breadknife. Her house was probably the worst: no electricity, water, nor toilet. The floorboards had all been burned, so the ground floor was trodden earth. She lived on anything she could scavenge, including petfood.
Although accepted by Frestonians, many considered her crazy but she was worth listening to. She had had the most awful life. Back in the West Indies her children had been taken away from her. She had been raped, on the streets, and her existence was one of day-to-day fearfulness. Still, she was a survivor and remained a Frestonian for the rest of her life.
