Birches bend over clipped lawns and hanging-plant porches with wicker love seats.
So far from the cracked streets, littered grass and chipped houses of Morton Avenue that Christian Keith calls home. But today, after summer school, Christian roams the turquoise in-ground swimming pool behind the colonial home of Gus Thompson and his wife, Toni Brewton. As he splashes in a plastic inner tube, Toni grills hamburgers on the wide back deck. Gus pushes a long white handle attached to a vacuum cleaner, slowly sucking leaves and nuts off the bottom pool lining. Christian, tell me sometimes, from time to time, what you're gonna do, 'cuz all I hear is what you're not gonna do.