Mrs. Johnson’s jaw dropped. “Mr. Davis, these children don’t have anywhere else to go. Some of them can’t even afford lunch. I’m just trying to help.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Help? All I hear is noise, and all I smell is your greasy food. I work nights and need my rest. This has to stop!”

Mrs. Johnson scowled. “No. I will not stop feeding these kids, Mr. Davis. And don’t try to claim you work nights with me, either! The whole street knows what you really get up to.”