“There was a dark brown lizard under the root,” Caleb said, without looking up.

“He went down in the dirt before I could put the cup on him.”

“They get quick when the air cools off,” I said.

Chloe stepped out through the sliding glass door and let the screen click closed behind her.

She crossed to the patio table where I stood, her sneakers soft on the concrete.

She reached into the front pocket of her denim shorts and drew out a sheet of white drawing paper folded into four tidy squares.

“I drew this in art class on Tuesday,” Chloe said, pressing the paper into my hand.