It felt almost unreal. For the first time in years, something that sounded like a plan was taking shape. He could picture himself walking into that laundromat with clean clothes, handing over a form, maybe even shaking someone’s hand. The hope caught him off guard.
But just as quickly, it slipped away. “No dogs allowed,” the woman added, apologetically. “It’s policy. You’d have to leave your pet outside, or with someone else. I’m sorry.” Her tone was kind, but firm.