When life falls apart, it's always great to able to lean on one's community. Unfortunately, your community...well, they rather think you're a weirdo. You isolated yourself when the father you didn't know died then opened a quilt store, and they think that's a little strange. More than that, they think you're a little strange. Now, with all of your money sunk into a defunct business, nobody is willing to give you a bed or a meal. You live in your home until you're kicked out, then live on the streets. You eat take-out while you can afford it, then you're eating trash. When you finally die from what should have been a minor infection, you're grateful.