It’s a pretty day. The sun’s out and the wind rustles through the trees.
She looks below at her elementary school-age daughters — 9-year-old Linda and 5-year-old Diamond — as they run around the grass with some other children Maxwell is babysitting.
“I’m mad mom sent them outside, and why she’s not outside?” Maxwell says loudly so her mom can hear her from the kitchen, not taking her eyes off the window.
“I am going! I am going!” her mom says from the kitchen.
“You should’ve had them wait.”
“They’ll be all right.”
“There’s not kids out here, there’s adults out here.”
“Trust me, nobody