“About five kilometers,” she said. “Maybe five thousand steps.”
Ryan stared at the classroom floor, trying to picture it.
Five thousand steps.
When he was thirsty at school, he walked to the water fountain down the hall. He had counted those steps once, because six-year-olds count everything.
Ten.
He had ten steps to clean water.
Other children had five thousand.
And even after those five thousand steps, the water waiting for them could still kill them.
Ryan raised his hand again.
“How much would it cost to fix it?”
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