this kid and the maid, we ran out to
the road and watched as the
firemen tried to put it out, but by
the time they did, it was too late.
There was nothing left but a
charred brick-and-mortar shell, roof
gone, and gutted from the inside.
The white family came home
and stood on the street, staring at
the ruins of their house. They asked
the maid what happened and she
asked her son and the kid totally
snitched. “Trevor had matches,” he
said. The family said nothing to me.
I don’t think they knew what to say.
They were completely
dumbfounded. They didn’t call the