Twenty-Eight
Kylie
Tanner walks into the restaurant looking shaken. He pastes a smile on his face and joins everyone in praising Micah for his performance, but I can see that his heart isn’t in it. When he takes me home later, he doesn’t mention the phone call and I decide not to pry. It’s been a long night.
On Thursday morning, I head to the George Decker Library in the south side of the city to talk to the after-school tutors there. Noah mentioned that most of the programs in his neighborhood happen at the library.
My car tires crunch over loose stones. I peer through the windshield at the group of young boys standing in neat rows. They’re dressed in loose khakis, the uniform of the Belizean Scouts. My smile grows as I pop my door open and hop out.
Noah pointed me to the right place
