Chapter 42

“Shit,” I said.

You’ll be late, he said.

You’re not kidding, I thought.

Noah grabbed my bath towel from where it hung on the back of my closet door and handed it me.

I made coffee, he said.

Let me wake up, I said.

I couldn’t afford to be late again, not with Mr. Owen ragging my ass.

I sat, pulled the sheet over to cover my nakedness, and smiled sheepishly.

Noah didn’t seem to notice or care.

Me and K. are going to the B-u-f-f-a-l-o P-a-r-k today with Mrs. H. Can I have some money for a soda?

Of course. No soda. Juice. That’s the rule.

Please can I have a soda?

You know the rule.

Please, daddy? If you let me have a soda, I won’t tell Memaw about him.

He threw a significant glance at Jackson Ledbetter.

You little turd!

Please?

Okay. Only one!

Thanks! K. said she wants to be my girlfriend.

What did you say?