" At least fifty people are sitting or standing within sight of me. The oldest ones sit on their stoops beneath dented metal awnings. The middle-aged stand in little knots, the men sharing bottles wrapped in paper sacks, the women holding babies. I don’t see any teenagers—it’s as though they’ve been drafted for some special war—but several toddlers walk unsupervised through the parking lot. Three of them are naked. "
― Greg Iles , Turning Angel (Penn Cage #2)