Future uncertain, always waiting for word. The phone no longer serves as an instrument of communication but rather a connection to the rest of the world, for family and friends have long since stopped talking. People you meet look at you suspiciously like you are up to something. They even smile in your face only to proceed to discredit you and any chance you might have had. You can yell, you can scream, I am Marelle Couture, they think you are lying, crazy, definitely both and treat you accordingly. Brutality for free. Your crime, homeless due to black mold and no where to go. The search for mold free housing continues…