Agnes and Lenny walked to the end of the strip, then crossed the street and walked back. They’d seen nothing that looked like a police station. It must be outside of town. Lenny wasn’t saying much, and Agnes felt no discomfort about the silence.
Knowing his mother had left him made it difficult not to stay with him. Agnes remembered her many years in the Pacific Northwest as a schoolteacher at schools in the deep woods. She hadn’t had to say much, especially with boys. If you trusted children, opened yourself to them and worked with them, they would read your body language and know what you were asking, what you wanted them to do or not do and most, if not prodded or nagged, would start doing whatever you’d asked, imperfectly, but with cheer. Agnes did not have the resources to talk much
