Ninety-One Thousand Dirty Pennies Dumped on a Driveway in Oak Creek
Noah picked up the blue plastic scrub brush from the step.
He dipped his fingers into the foam and started scrubbing the black sludge off one copper coin.
“Arthur ate at the cafeteria table by himself again yesterday,” Noah said, his soft voice coming out in a rush.
“You mean Arthur Vance?” I asked.
“He just sits there with his white bread while everybody else gets hot lunch,” Noah said.
I stopped my brush right over the edge of the blue tub.
“Did he forget his lunch money?”