I hesitated.
« I need to call my aunt, » he added. « She’s supposed to pick me up, but I don’t have any minutes left.
Then I thought of Ben, my own boy.
I hesitated.
If he were standing at some gas station in Ohio needing help from a stranger, I’d want them to choose to be kind.
« Sure, » I said, unlocking it. « Take your time. »
He turned away for privacy, then spoke quickly and quietly into the phone.
When he came back he held it out to me carefully.
« Thank you, ma’am. Really. »
« You’re welcome. You okay out here? »
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