As one of a group feeding people without homes:
"The bus moved cautiously out of the lane and made a quiet left-hand turn. Apart from steadying the soup urns, everyone just sat still. Eyes were closed. Everyone was gathering their strength. It was like watching soldiers being transported into battle, without the CNN commentary. Daniel drove very nicely for someone trained to drive by an army.
[...]
What shocked me most was how normal they looked.
I expected homeless people to look like—well, [spoiler], thin and dazed. I handed out my first cup of soup and a sandwich to a man in a flannel shirt who said, ‘Ta, love,’ in a strong English accent and who could have lived next door in any suburb where people garden or repair their own cars. The next was a thin girl on teetering heels followed by a sullen teenager with bad skin and blue hair. A young man took two sandwiches and two cups of soup and then the bundle on his back stirred and cried and I realised it was a baby. Then they became a blur. Just hands; thin hands, pale hands, dark hands, old hands. I supplied them all. Some sat down in the little square to eat and drink and come back for a refill. Some walked off quickly, away from the crowd."
- from Earthly Delights by Kerry Greenwood
