Jesús is not looking at his phone. In the rearview mirror I see him sometimes staring out the window, sometimes down into his lap.
"How's it going, Jesús", says Sarah, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Okay." he says with effort.
"Is there something we can do?"
"You are doing everything right now. Thank you. I think I am tired."
"How about some cookies. Hey Christopher, let's stop at a bakery for treats. What do you think?"
"Good idea."
"It's so sad about Jesus' landlord being in that accident. I hope he's okay. We really should have stayed at the scene, I think."
"I was told to get moving."
"By who?"
"By the kid you didn't see", says Carl. Sarah does not appear to have a ready answer for that...
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