Chapter 84

Bill looked at me, a strangeness in his eyes. Mr. Warren was a fine, upstanding member of First Baptist. Why on earth would he apologize to the town faggot? Bill frowned as he looked away, as though embarrassed on Mr. Warren’s behalf.

“We still have cake,” I said, trying to smooth over the moment.

“Shelly, watch those kids,” Mama said. “You know how those boys are.”

We went back to the tables. Introductions were made all around, more food was eaten, more beers taken out of the cooler. KUDZU pumped out a steady stream of country classics.

Eli taught Noah how to drive by himself; then all the kids wanted a turn, and the mini four-wheeler went round and round.

“You’re Kayla’s parents,” Jackson said to Mr. and Mrs. Warren after we had settled into chairs.

“Yes,” Mrs. Warren said.

“I was very sorry to hear about your daughter.”

“Thank you,” Mrs. Warren said. “You’re Wiley’s…”