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him further his side and grab some towels. Then I hold his head.
    “Shelly. Shelly,” he moans, “don’t leave me.” His voice cracks on her name. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be good.”
 
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Lucas
Twenty-two years ago

 
    I’m watching by the bushes. Watching for her car. It’s a white Cambry. It smells like fruit inside of it. It smells like her.
    Her name is Shelly Powers. She’s my social worker.
    Usually I want to see her all the time, but…not this time. It’s at night.
    I wrap the top of the trash bag around my hand and look down at it. It kind of hurts. I slip my hand out, and the yellow tie part droops down.
    I look down at the bag instead of at the driveway. It’s big and fat and black. Inside of it, that’s where my clothes are.
    I don’t have a lots of clothes. My shoes are in there, too. My Ninja Turtle shoes. I like them. Shelly bought them for me. But Drew, my brother that lives here, said it wasn’t Shelly. He said it was somebody named The State.
    I wonder if that’s where Shelly will take me when she picks me up in her Toy Yoda Cambry. I don’t think that I would like that. State sounds kinda like Stage, and there’s a boy at my kindergarten—Adam Stage—that isn’t nice. He says I’m gross like girls. He says I smell like yucky cigarettes.
    My Mommy at this house smokes cigarettes. They don’t smell very good.
    She was a nice Mommy, but—
    I swallow.
    I look up at the driveway, ’cause now I want Shelly to come.
    I don’t like it here. I used to, but…I don’t like it anymore.
    I bring my thumb up to my mouth, but I don’t put it in. My teacher, Miss Landry, told me that I have to stop or I’ll be like a baby.
    I don’t want to be a baby.
    People don’t want babies, or little children. That’s why Jesus loves the little children. Cause nobody else does.
    I bite on my lip and keep on looking at the trash bag.
    Last time Shelly had to come and get me, I had a backpack. This time, my backpack is at Miss Landry’s class, in my cubby. I left it there on accident.
    This time I have a big trash bag, and that’s better than only a backpack. It’s way big.
    The inside of my mouth feels wet and kind of hot. My face is hot, too. My eyes kind of hurt, and in the front of my neck is hot, too.
    I wish Shelly would come get me.
    I don’t like to be out here.
    I can hear the dog next door moving around inside his cage. He’s not a nice dog. He is mean.
    I want a dog. Sometime, if I could get a dog, I know I would feed him every day.
    I look over my shoulder at the front door.
    Yesterday, I fell down while I was coming in the door. I wasn’t paying attention. That’s what my Mommy at this house said. She sounded angry.
    The troll under the bridge in the Billy Goat’s Gruff is angry, too.
    I see some lights coming toward the driveway, and I get a whole bunch sadder. I don’t want to cry, but I’m kinda scared I might. When Shelly comes to get me, sometimes I want to cry. I forgotted that I missed her till I saw her.
    The car stops in front of me, and I think if maybe I should run away. She’s going to be mad. I’m scared to see her mad face. I never want to see her mad face. Never!
    I like her hair. It’s white hair, but she says it is blond. ‘It’s pale blonde’. That’s what she says.
    She gets out, and she walks in front of her car. The car’s lights make her look really dark, like a black shadow man that might be evil. I hold my breath. Her arms and legs move fast, like a shadow man for sure. But she doesn’t get me. She drops down and hugs me.
    “Do you know how bored I was tonight, you little beast? I was working on a grad school paper and I thought ‘Man, I wish I could see Lucas! And then I got a call telling me to come and get you.’” She picks me up and spins me around, and I giggle in her neck.
    “You smell like French fries! Did you eat some French fries?” she asks me.
    I smile a little. “Yes. Mommy