that was the story to be recounted by a fan not 11-year-old shania biggs a summer as a state with the same or we can come in chicago. she was 11 at the time and of his part of the worst heat wave this city was going to have that number. she stood in front of me in the darkened living room, the lights off to keep it coolidge to close her posterized type and concentration and the words poured out. she couldn't forget the founders the battering ram p. she couldn't forget the lights in the police cars. she told me later for months afterward she asked her mother again and again, remember she was 11 at the time, why have the police come and take her home again quite is that what the police are supposed to do? finally she opened her eyes and said listen, laura, when i was homeless it wasn't like i was dirty because my mom made sure it wasn't. but then i was going to school with everything on my mind of what happened the other night. yesterday i got a house, but what about today? i might have to sleep in the car today. i might get a meal today, but will i? was something go wrong? what will ha