Chapter 17

“It’s about Junior.” My head snapped back to look at her.

“What about him?” Junior was their son, and as far as I knew was as stand-up as his parents. That something could be going on with him was more than upsetting. It was just wrong.

She was shaking her head. “We don’t know what’s happening. He won’t tell us.” She looked away from me, then back again. “He asked Bud if he thought he could talk to you. Junior talk to you, I mean.”

“Sure. No problem. I’d be happy to talk to him.” I didn’t ask if she had any clues because she would have said.

I didn’t know what I’d say to the kid, but whatever the problem was, I was sure we could work it out. 8

Bud, Lorraine, and I go way back, practically to birth. Even though this is a small community, I didn’t really get to know either of them until we were all in high school.