noticed people.
He just paid attention.
If an older woman dropped something at the grocery store, Noah picked it up.
And when he was fourteen, he noticed Mr. Vance.
Mr. Vance lived across the street from us.
Most days, Mr. Vance sat in an old wooden chair on his porch.
His wife, Margaret, had died a few years earlier, and after that he seemed to fold into himself.
He had two grown children, Aaron and Claire, but I rarely saw them. I assumed they lived far away.
Most days, Mr.
