“I told him I would,” Brandon said.

“I quit my dishwasher job at the diner this morning.

Raymond offered me an apprenticeship running the transport garage in Tacoma.”

He looked at Theodore, who was holding his blue wool blanket against his cheek.

“I want to do this right, Nora,” Brandon said, his voice dropping low.

“I want to earn enough to pay my share of his clothes and his food.”

“You’re already doing it right, Brandon,” I said.