Whatever. Maybe I could even get a good selfie with the kid and the sunset in the background. Everything is about lighting, Beth assures me. Imagine the likes I could get for saving someone’s life.
“Hey,” I call to the kid when I’m halfway across the yard. “You’re in the street.”
He looks at me, his big brown eyes wide.
“What’s your name?” I don’t recognize him. I ask where he lives. He points. His nose is snotty. “What’s your name?” I ask again.
This time he answers, but it’s gibberish. I assume this means he’s not old enough to talk. At least not coherently. I’m having a hard time myself. “How old are you?”
I shield my eyes from the sun. He holds up two fingers. Proudly.
“Where do you live?”
He looks one way and then another.
Finally, he points to a wooded area down the lane. “De
