“You do?” I try to tamp down my excitement. “I mean, I guess you would. The first time the stranger from across the street leaves a container of food on your front step is probably memorable.”
“They were good.”
I wiggle my fingers under Hans’s hand. “Can I ask you something?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Will you tell me the truth?”
Hans slides me a look. “Maybe.”
I take a deep breath and ask, “Do you eat the stuff I leave for you, or do you throw it away?”
