Kiswana watched this meticulous inventory with growing annoyance, but she involuntarily followed her mother's slowly rotating head, forcing her to see her new neighbourhood through the older woman's eyes .... Kiswana noticed with relief that at least Ben wasn't sitting in his usual place on the old garbage can pushed against the far wall. He was just a harmless old wino, but Kiswana knew her mother only needed one wino or teenager with a reefer within a twenty-block radius to decide that her daughter was living in a building seething with dope factories and hangouts for derelicts.