Chapter 13
I didn’t go all the way down when I saw Lennox talking with Mena and Rico in the living room. From the kitchen, I could hear Mama and Along cooking. He got along well with my siblings because of driving me to and from home every day. Even when there were no classes, he was here. He always brought food or toys, and not once did he come to the house empty-handed.
“It should be placed here because it’s his hand.”
“It’s the foot,” Rico said.
“No, I’m telling you it’s the hand.”
“It’s the foot,” my brother insisted.
They were arguing. Lennox laughed. He pointed out to Rico where the feet should be attached. In the end, Lennox laughed again because Rico was right. Rico was smart, but he learned things slowly. I couldn’t send him to a school for children with special needs. When
