“How’s he doin’?” Mei asked.
“Good enough,” Violet sighed. “Hit him hard, of course. But he’ll be all right.”
Mei sat herself on the sofa, hands on her knees. “That boy don’t need no more tragedy. Christ. He’s been through enough as is.”
“He’s tough,” said Linus. “He’ll pull through, same as always.”
“But he shouldn’t have to pull through,” said Mei. “He’s a child. He should—he should be with children his own age. Maybe learnin’ numbers or letters the right way. In a classroom, with a teacher. He should have a home to go to, shouldn’t he? Somewhere he can sleep, all cozy in a real bed…”
Violet edged closer. “Mei?”
Mei pinched her nose. Her shoulders were hunched as she leaned over her lap. “He don’t deserve our life. He needs…” She wiped her face harshly and looked around. “He needs this. Don’t y’all see that?”