She lingered at the door for a moment, looking back at the kitchen.
Dan nodded at her. “Come back any time, hon.”
Her cheeks went pink. “Okay. If it’s not too much troub
I had a knife in my hand and dinner portioned for three.
The girl — Lizie — had not looked up. Her eyes stayed on the linoleum. Her sneakers were scuffed along the toes. And when she turned slightly, I could see the outline of her ribs through the thin fabric of her shirt beneath the open hoodie.
She looked like someone who wanted very badly to be small enough not to cause trouble.
“Hi there,” I said, trying to make my voice warmer than my thoughts were in that moment. “Grab a plate, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. The words barely made it to the edge of the table.
She Ate With the Careful Precision of Someone Who Has Learned Not to Take More Than She’s Sure She’s Allowed
I watched her while I pretended not to.
