Wendell walked slowly, saying nothing.
Jaylen watched him with nervous eyes.
“I know it’s messy,” the boy said.
“No,” Wendell replied. “It’s organized by function instead of appearance.”
Jaylen blinked.
Then he smiled.
A real smile this time.
Wendell stopped at a wooden table where a strange device sat between two rusted brackets. It was built from scavenged parts: pieces of old radios, copper wire, a cracked solar garden light panel, a toy motor, part of a bicycle hub, and a row of small homemade battery cells sealed in clear plastic.
“What is this?” Wendell asked.
Jaylen moved closer.
“That one doesn’t work right yet.”
“What is it supposed to do?”
“Balance power.”
Wendell looked at him.
Jaylen swallowed.
“Mama’s medicine has to stay cool. When our power gets cut, I use ice from Mrs. Bell’s freezer, but sometimes that melts. So I tried making a small power box that could take charge from anything. Solar panel, car battery, hand crank, whatever. But the problem is different batteries don’t share right. One gets too hot, one drains too fast, one lies about how much it has left.”
