“Would you like to play a game?” she asked the boy.
He raised his eyebrows suspiciously at her. “What kinda’a game?” he slurred at her through his lisp.
She held up her hands, palms facing him. “What do you see?” she asked him, ignoring his question.
“Nothin’. Just yer stupid hands,” he answered, frustrated again.
She smiled back at his frown. “Look closer.”
He leaned in, squinting his eyes. “Nothin’ still, lady. Quit wastin’ my time.” He got up off the ground, dusted the dirt from his shorts, and trotted off to his group of gangly friends.
She smiled to herself. They just don’t want to try, do they?