up.â
âGreat.â He glanced at his watch and frowned. âI hate to run, but my daughter is in a school play tonight, and Iâll just be able to make it if I leave now. Would you mind if I took off while you finish up?â
âNot at all,â Amy assured him. âThank you for your help.â
âThank you, â he replied, shaking her hand. âYou canât imagine how much this kind of publicity will mean to Saint Vincentâs.â
âI hope so. You do good work here, and you deserve all the support you can get.â
âThanks.â He shook hands with Steve, as well. âFeel free to spend as much time as you like here. Cal just asked that you try to keep him in the background as much as possible when you film.â
âNo problem,â Steve assured him, hoisting his Minicam into position.
âIâll wait over there,â Amy said, nodding toward the corner where a youngster sat alone on a folding chair, watching them curiously. âGood night, Michael.â
âGood night.â
As Steve scoped out the gym for angles, Amy wandered over to the little boy of about seven, who was sitting on his hands, his legs wrapped around the legs of the chair. She sat beside him and smiled.
âHi. My nameâs Amy. Whatâs yours?â
âMark.â He spoke softly and hung his head.
âWell, itâs nice to meet you, Mark.â She nodded toward the court. âDo you play basketball?â
He shook his head. âIâm too little.â
âBut not for long. Pretty soon youâll be just as big as those guys out there.â
He looked up at her shyly. âI hope I can play as good as my brother. Heâs on the team. Mr. Richards says I have po-po-potential.â
He struggled with the complicated word, and Amy smiled. âThen Iâm sure you do.â
âMr. Richards lets me watch. He says I can learn a lot by watching. And sometimes, when the practice is over, he shows me how to hold the ball and how to throw.â
âSounds like heâs very nice.â
Mark nodded vigorously. âI like to talk to him. He listens real good.â Mark glanced toward Steve. âWhatâs he doing?â
âHeâs shooting some video for a story weâre going to do on the news about Saint Vincentâs.â
âWow! You mean weâre going to be on TV?â
âYes.â
âHow come?â
âBecause Saint Vincentâs is a good place, and we want to let other people know about it.â
âI like it here,â Mark affirmed. âSometimes itâs not real nice at home, when my mom is sick, so Troyâthatâs my brotherâand I come here and do stuff.â
âThat should be a wrap, Amy. You want anything else?â
She looked up at Steve. âI think weâre done. Thanks, Steve.â
âNo problem. Want me to walk you to your car?â
âSure.â Saint Vincentâs wasnât in the safest neighborhood, and Amy didnât take unnecessary chances.
âLet me just check in and see where I need to go next.â
âDo you want to use my phone?â She reached for her purse, but he shook his head.
âMineâs in the bag. Iâll stow this stuff, then call. Just give me a couple of minutes.â
Amy turned back to Mark. âSo you like coming to Saint Vincentâs?â
He nodded emphatically. âItâs neat. After school they give us cookies and milk. And the grown-ups here donât yell or throw things or anything. They talk nice to us and listen to what we say, like weâre important. It makes me feel good to come here.â
Amy leaned closer and laid her hand on his. âYou know something, Mark? You are important. Every person is different, and every single one is important in his own way. Thereâs nobody else in the whole world just like you, and nobody could ever take your place. You remember