I made extra pasta the next evening, seasoning the sauce with the particular anxiety of a person who is trying to do the right thing and hoping the grocery budget will allow it.
Lizie came back, hugging her backpack. She cleaned her plate and then carefully wiped her section of the table before anyone could ask her to.
By the end of the week she was a quiet fixture. She and Sam did homework at the counter. She washed dishes without being asked. One evening she fell asleep sitting at the counter, jerked awake, and apologized three times for it.
Dan caught my arm in the hallway.
“Should we call someone? She needs real help, right?”
“And say what?” I whispered. “That her dad’s broke and she’s exhausted? I don’t know how to handle this, Dan. I really don’t.”
“She looks like she hasn’t slept.”
“I know. I’ll talk to her. Gently.”
Over the weekend I tried to find out more from Sam.
Sam shrugged. “She doesn’t say much about home. Just that her dad works a lot. The power gets shut off sometimes for a few days. She pretends it’s not a big deal, but she’s always tired, Mom. And always hungry.”
On Monday, Lizie arrived looking paler than usual. When she pulled out her homework at the kitchen counter, the backpack tipped off the chair and hit the floor.
The Backpack Burst Open and the Papers Scattered Across the Linoleum — and I Knelt Down to Help and Saw What She Had Been Carrying
Papers everywhere. I moved to gather them and that’s when I saw it.
Crumpled bills. An envelope with coins. A shutoff notice stamped FINAL WARNING in red ink. And a battered notebook that had fallen open to a page covered in careful handwriting.
The word EVICTION was written at the top.
Beneath it, a list. What we take first if we have to leave.
“Lizie,” I said. I could barely get the words together. “What is this?”
She froze. Her fingers went to the hem of her hoodie.
Sam had come in behind me. “Lizie. You didn’t tell me it was this bad.”
Dan appeared in the doorway, reading the room before reading anything else.
I held up the envelope. “Sweetheart. Are you and your dad in danger of losing your home?”
She stared at the floor. When she finally spoke, her voice was so quiet I had to lean forward.
