Chapter 13

Pap looked sharply down at her. “What’s that?”

“Oh, sure,” Otto went on. “It’s Annie, right? You played two games at my table yesterday.” His gaze slid sideways, glittering like a snake about ready to strike. “And you’re the big brother. I’m sorry, I don’t recollect your name.”

“Levi,” Reverend offered, oblivious to the rising tension between the Beckermans.

“You were at the carnival yesterday?”

Mom rested a hand on Pap’s arm. “Not here, Pete.” Levi could barely hear her.

Pap snapped his jaw together so tight, the click of his teeth made Levi’s ache.

“We’re holding up the line,” Mom went on brightly. Her fake cheer saddened Levi, because she only pulled it out in public when things were bad, real bad, and yet Pap never seemed to cotton on. Mostly because he was usually too angry about whatever transgression he believed they’d suffered to notice. “Have a good day, Reverend.”