I gave him rules.
No going inside strangers’ houses. Keep his phone charged. Tell me where he was going.
Within a few weeks, people knew him as the lawn kid.
At the time, those rules felt sensible enough. I never imagined the problem would be the things he didn’t mention.
He agreed.
Mostly.
Within a few weeks, people knew him as the lawn kid.
I was ridiculously proud of him.
One Thursday in August, Justin said he had one last yard to finish.
Then summer started winding down.
One Thursday in August, Justin said he had one last yard to finish.
“Whose?”
He was tying his shoes.
“Dorothy’s.”
“Be home by lunch.”
I vaguely recognized the name.
“Where does Dorothy live?”
“The blue house near the end.”
The next afternoon, Justin came into the kitchen while I was cooking.
“Can we take her yard?”
I turned around.
“What?”
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