Chapter 33

“I know, but I can’t just pull up stakes and leave…”

“But you can,” Jackson said very gently. “And I think you should. I think you need to, Wiley. I think you need to be in an atmosphere where people support you and care about you and they’re not picking away at you constantly with all that religious bullcrap. There’s a room upstairs that I want you to see. It would be a perfect writing room for you. We’ll put your computer and your books in there, and you’ve got a nice view, and you can write to your heart’s content. I think we need to do this, Wiley. Not just for me but for both of us. There’s more to the world than Tupelo, Mississippi.”

“I know,” I said miserably.

“So what do you say?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You always have a choice.”

“But what about bills? What about my car? I still haven’t paid it off.”

“We’re in very good financial shape. You know that. We’ve got enough in savings that we could get by for a year if we had to, and probably a lot longer.”