Rosalinda Makes Something out of Nothing
Rosalinda stalked toward us, her thick soled boots announcing her intention to make her presence known. My boss and I, on duty for the afternoon to midnight shift at the Residential Treatment Center for Adolescents, knew we were looking at trouble on the way. Like most of our residents, she wore clothes that announced that she had been finding things to wear without any adult help, probably for many years. What was different about Rosalinda was how she had turned so many throw-aways into such a unique and oddly impressive outfit. She wore….