“Apparently this is the best I’m ever going to be.” He glances around. Two boys ride by on their bikes. They wave at him. He waves back.
The back door to Rose’s swings open. It’s Rose herself, hefting a pair of bulging black garbage bags in each hand.
“Hey, Kevin,” she says, then tosses the bags into the dumpster with such ease, they could’ve been filled with leaves. “Hungry?”