By the time Ms. Belcalis finished her bath, I had finished disinfecting Liam's wounds and applying an ointment to the bruise on his cheek. I had also wrapped the open-wounded scrapes on his little hands with bandages since he seemed to have scabbed his tender palms pretty badly on the rough pavement when he was pushed around in the crowd. 

She walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a small towel. 

Even though I found a set of relatively small clothes from my teenage ...