Victoria remembered that too.
Her kindness had not been free.
It had been absorbed by a household already carrying too much.
By spring, Isaiah had begun to talk more.
He told Victoria his name.
He
admitted he wanted to go to school properly again because he liked numbers and because numbers stayed where you put them.
He told her his mother said things would get better when she found steady work.
Victoria told him the teacher she liked best was mean to everybody equally, which made her honest.
He laughed for the first time then, and she saw what he might look like if life ever loosened its grip on him.
In April, Colleen got a janitorial job through a cousin in Indianapolis and a church paid for their bus tickets.
Isaiah came to the fence one last time to tell Victoria he was leaving the next morning.
