Jade and Halia are walking to their friend’s house (5 doors down) to play. I suggest they hold hands and tell them to stay by the side of the road when they walk.
Jade: “Yes, we will.”
Halia (to Jade, after the door is closed behind them): “You will hold my hand, so the cars don’t get me and make me dead.”
I can see them walking over, jumping over the cracks together, one dark sweater, one bright pink shirt. And life is beautiful.