He finds the card he was digging for and brings it over anyway. Settles hip against the desk next to Marcus, head tilting to get him by the eyes surely. "Just think about it. Like I said, we always need help with the kids. And it's good to have friends in any town."

Patricia Evans, trying to get back to work slowly with one eye on her daughter, talking Marcus' ear off every time he stops by, needing that point of contact. Sense of security. Quietly: "Where's God calling you next?"