Two black kids waiting for the bus on Myrtle. They appear not quite close enough to be siblings, but share some familial-like affection for one another.
An older boy, maybe 15. Long hair in braids. Reflective look in his eye.
A younger girl, maybe 11. Looking up to him. Listening intently.
As I pass in a car, with the windows rolled down, I gather just enough of the conversation for it to land.
"Did you know that 1 in 3 black men will go to prison."
He looks to see how she's taking in this betrayal.
"1 in 3".