Mrs. Garner said. “His head was drooped, but even without seeing his face, I could tell that I didn’t know him. His clothes were torn, so the first thing I thought was that he’d been in some kind of accident. The next thing I thought was, the way his head hung down, he might be on drugs. But before I could make a decision whether to hurry to help him or run away, he raised his head and looked at me. His eyes were so direct, there was no way he could have been on drugs. They were filled with torment. I asked him if he was hurt. ‘No, ma’am,’ he said, ‘but I’m awful tired and hungry.’“By then, other members of the congregation had arrived. The reverend came. But neither he nor anybody else recognized the boy. We asked him his name, but he said that he couldn’t remember. We asked where he came from, but he couldn’t remember that, either. From the rips in his clothes and the freshly healed burn marks on his arms, we figured that he must have had something terrible happen to him, that he was in shock.“The reverend offered to take him home and get him something to eat, but the boy said, ‘No.
