stealing anything,” the boy said.
His voice was steady, but his jaw was tight.
“We just needed somewhere warm.
” Walter looked at the three of them for a long moment.
He looked at their shoes, sneakers.
One of the boys had a hole worn through the left toe.
He looked at their hands, cracked, red, the skin split at the knuckles from the cold.
He looked at the bags they’d pressed themselves against in the corner, a garbage bag each, stuffed with what appeared to be everything they owned.
And
