Chapter 85

“Wiley, no!” Shelly exclaimed.

“I can’t afford anything else,” I pointed out.

“Bill knows someone at his church who has a small house over in Sherman that I’m going to rent,” Mama said. “There would be room for you and Noah.”

“I’m not living with you, Mama.”

“But you can’t live in public housing again. I could watch Noah for you. You could find a better job. You wouldn’t have to worry about him. You could get better hours, make more money. Please. Think about it.”

I shook my head.

“Why?” Shelly asked.

“I was thinking about going to California, actually,” I said.

“Wiley!” Mama pronounced my name like it was a curse.

“You can’t be serious,” Bill said, appalled.

“I am serious,” I said.

“That would be so cool,” Mary said, her eyes flashing. “I could come to visit you!”

“You’re not going to California,” Bill said dismissively.

“Sometimes I get the feeling there’s more to life than Tupelo, Mississippi,” I said.