The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
Outside, the wind came down the avenue with snow in it.
Two worn duffel bags sat on the curb next to four children.
I took out the key card to my apartment and put it in her hand.
“No questions tonight,” I said.
“Just take them somewhere warm.”
She started to shake her head.
Then Cormac tugged her sleeve.
“Mom, I’m tired.”