front of him, as if she were hiding him from view.
He crouched beside the large bush beneath my living room window and pushed the leaves aside.
Then he reached into his jacket.
I expected him to pull out trash.
Instead, he carefully placed something small beneath the bush.
His sister whispered something to him.
Then they hurried away.
They didn’t even pick up the garbage scattered around my driveway.
I stayed frozen until they disappeared around the corner.
Then I ran across the yard.
My hands were trembling as
