Michael shut off the brass faucet and dried his hands on a cotton towel.

Noah picked up a green pencil with his right hand.

He used the bottom edge of his heavy fiberglass cast to hold the paper flat on the wood.

Michael came over and sat in the wooden chair right beside him.

“Are you drawing the park?” Michael asked.

Noah shook his head and kept coloring along the bottom of the page with short, steady strokes.

“It’s our front yard,” Noah said.