He had grown up three blocks from a group home on Fenwick Avenue and he knew what those places looked like from the outside and he could only imagine what they looked like from the inside.
And he thought about his own mother, about the choice she never had to make because Walter had made it for her.
And he said, to no one in particular, in the empty kitchen while the boys ate, “Okay.
All right.
We’ll figure this out.
That was the beginning.
That simple, terrified, completely irrational
