I am putting together an Easter basket with someone but it is not my priority.  When it is finished, admittedly not very well done, Patricia comes out and wants to take the basket somewhere and insists I join her.  I am confused but also glad she wants me to go with her but, in the car, I notice the handle on the basket is broken.  There’s nothing we can do and Patricia is stressed out.  When we arrive where we need to be, I get out of the vehicle.  We are parallel parked so I am climbing out into traffic.  It’s a tight squeeze for me and my door taps a dark green older car.  The driver, an older African-American man, assures me that it’s fine.  Patricia grabs the basket and starts getting upset when she sees the handle, accusing me of not caring and telling me to wait for her.  I don’t mind that I’m not going in with her because I expect it will be too Christian for me so I wander off.  While there someone says he just received a text saying his home is gone and he needs a place to stay.  Without a moment’s hesitation, I assure this young man that we have a guest room and he has a place to stay.  I then start to call Rob but, as we are talking the phone, the call is dropped.  We call one another back more than once and I still don’t manage to tell him the news about our guest.  Still, I reassure the young man that he has a place to stay.  As I go to try to call Rob again, Sam comes up to me and she says, “I figured it out.  I used to think you were nice but I think you just want to be liked.”  She’s obviously drunk and I try to extract myself from the situation.