Agnes Came Home Early from Ireland and Found Her Grandson Locked Out of Her Tulsa House
“I’m right here.
Put your hand through.”
He pushed two fingers through the cold wire mesh, and I closed my fingers around his.
His skin felt like ice taken straight out of the freezer.
“Can I come in now?” he asked, his voice trembling.
“I promise I’ll be good.”
I rubbed my thumb back and forth over his wet knuckles.
“Why are you out here, Benji?”