There Were Four of Them

I did some canvassing in a rough neighborhood today and this is a snippet from a conversation I had.

"Well, I appreciate what ya'll doing out here. Ya'll be careful now. This is the hood," the man said to me.

"We are. There are three of us," I said.

"Yeah, well, there were four of them."

He refers to the four that were shot and killed last week while outside a party on the 4th of July just a few blocks from where I was speaking with him.

I nod and wave to him as I walk on, noting his good point.