The effervescence of talcum powder was thick in the air. Housewives around the town believed in skin restorative powers in the ancient stuff, and shared it around like a cold. Iggy knew no one in the small collection of houses, practically stacked together in their near proximity to one another, but he wandered through the area nonetheless. People there were used to travelers, which made it easy for him to seem like he was just passing through, when in reality he called this area his home.
A small park was at the end of the block. As evening faded away into night, children drifted home to their mothers, and he slipped in.