I BEEN SO worried about April and her life, I ain’t made plans for my own. So, while Cricket play with her toys, I start another list.

I stare at the list, then cross off the first three things. How come I ain’t think of it before? If she get the job, we three can live together, help each other out. I’ll work nights—at a bar, a restaurant, maybe cleaning at a hotel—and babysit while April is at work. Two jobs gonna mean we’ll make enough for us both to live good for a while.