Sitting outside while the kids played in puddles in the rain.
A car pulls up across the street.
Preteen jumps out to run up to the neighbor's door.
Something drops from her hand into the grass of the front lawn.
No one answers, she jumps back in the car.
After I ask if she dropped something and tell her I can put it in a trash can for her, she gets out again and hands me the trash.
The car pulls away, revealing the rest of their fast-food-breakfast trash dumped in the street.
My heart sinks.
I pick up the trash.
Then Finley asks me when the world will come to an end.