If he’s gone by the time I get back…
Ange’s empty car, and saw the McDonald’s bag warming the passenger seat. “Hey.”
stranded in bold, black letters that seemed to be all that held the cardboard together after a day in the rain. Beneath that, in small words he had to squint to read, the words, Please help. No amount too small. Get me out of here! Ange nodded at the fine print. “Where you want to go?”
Ange’s hard gaze. A quick glimpse, nothing much, but enough to give Ange the measure of the man. The boy, panhandling on the side of the road because he had no one looking out for him, no where else to go. Softly, his voice barely rising above the purr of his idling engine, Ange told him, “Get in the car.”
good.”
TC’s just initials. What’s your real name?” When his passenger frowned,
