“You never expected to live out of a van forever.

“That’s the whole reason you came here in the first place when you found out about the baby. You wanted a place to belong. You wanted good people around you, and a regular roof over your head, and so you came here, to this place. That’s no accident. That’s why you started working on the bunkhouse. You wanted a community, a real live flesh-and-blood community that stays in one place.”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Talking about me like you know me. Boxing me in.”

“Boxing you in? How? By putting a roof over your head? That’s bull. You drive away now, you still live in a box. It’s just a box on wheels, whose transmission could go out a hundred miles from nowhere.”

“That’s my problem, not yours or anybody else’s.”