"It's too nice, I'm gonna ruin it. And if I ruin it, he'll be mad. And he's nice." And he didn't want to ruin what the nice man had for him. This was the best house ever and all he wanted was to stay in that room and watch the big TV downstairs, maybe play football and look at the apple trees. He didn't want to go back yet. "It's all nice and new. What if I wet the bed or I spill?"

He never had the awareness of being dirty before but now he did. His hands were sticky with apple pie and he got it on things already. "I got apple on the bedcovers..."