He carried his things toward the hallway.

I finished the bags and wrote the names on top, including the boys whose names didn’t enter every conversation just because Elliot asked the clearest questions and Ben needed the smallest explanations.

One needed an extra sandwich.

Another wanted the fruit left whole.

Somebody always came back because a form or a library book had been forgotten.

They were seven people, not a number Daniel and I could use to prove whose life was harder.

I checked the calendar before answering the next question about visits.