As you walk back to the shop together, the girl says her name is Delilah. She explains that her parents were poor and fell to sickness when she was 12. She’s been alone on the street for more than two years.
"This is my shop and home,” you say as you approach the door. “You are welcome to stay with me as long as you like. But you have to get in first.”
You close the door in her face and lock it. Delilah shakes the handle but the lock holds strong. You crack a window to deliver some advice on how to get into your shop. What do you say?