“Hey ma’am I hate to ask but do you have some change you wouldn’t mind parting ways with?” Dustin hated begging but it was usually the best he could do. “I don’t need a lot just what ever you got jingling around in your pockets is more than enough.”

“I don’t actually carry cash,” Summer answered automatically, half-apologetic. Habitually, she assessed the boy. He was honest enough, in his way; not in any way a danger to her. “How if I take you for something to eat instead?”