Chapter 75

Of course, there had been the afternoon of his parents’ death, when he had known they were dead, and asked his aunt why she was lying to him. That, he thought, must have seemed uncanny—which of course it was—and perhaps that was the reason.

But he didn’t quite believe it.

And, he had felt that sense of being drawn to his uncle, who spent a lot of his time when Garner was around drinking. Until, of course, eleven months later, the evening of Garner’s second horrible experience.

Dinner had been late, and while waiting for it, his uncle, who had been drinking even more than usual, was alternately sitting and pacing the front porch. And Garner, who by this point was avoiding his uncle, stood in the front hallway, watching the man pace back and forth, past the open front door with just the screen door closed.