Martha didn’t answer the girl right away.

Her eyes stayed on Nathaniel’s quiet face.

“The heater core in my sedan died Sunday night,” Martha said.

“I can’t move the car until I get the battery charged.”

Nathaniel took his truck keys out of his pocket and set them on the table near the toy.

“Let me hook up jumper cables,” Nathaniel said.

“I’ve got a heavy winter battery in my truck.”

Martha looked at her daughter’s shoes, then back up at Nathaniel.