For once, there ought to be something for him. Still, there ought to be some answers in that book. But then the preacher had said a lot of things, most of which had proven untrue. Always the words lay dead on the page, refusing to come into his heart the way Pastor Tom had promised they would. At the nightstand, his hands wandered to the Bible. Henry went to his bedroom to refill his glass. The night had not gone like he'd expected, not with Tom's meddling, and now he wanted comfort from the drink, from his home.
HENRY Henry sat in his empty house, hunched over the table and a tumbler of whiskey. We'll be waiting just off the road past the Spender oil lease.” Wash's father swallowed hard, then threw his hands up. And anyhow, by now we can pretty much count on him being passed out drunk.” His skin prickled at the thought of her going too near Henry. “If we take the path through the woods,” Wash said, “we can get the money and the cat and be out where 37 crosses the county road by the time y'all drive by there,” Wash said. He's said as much before.” Beto ran to Jim and tugged on his sleeve, pleading eyes turned up. Mason's old Chevy when Beto began to cry. He lowered himself back into the kitchen chair. “You think putting on a sombrero would be enough to make us blend in?” Jim's voice dripped with sarcasm. “Naomi has people in San Antonio,” Wash said. “We can work this out on the road,” she said. “You can never, never give them another cause to hunt you, James. He lowered his voice to an angry whisper. “All of this is beside the point!” Jim shouted.
He couldn't help smiling it felt so good to say it, even if it set his father off. “Everybody's keen on denying that manâ”
White daddies don't like their daughters running off with black boys.” What about this boy? I saw his daddy, and he was white and mad. “I guess you've forgotten what it's like,” Rhoda said. “What are you talking about, woman?” His eyes flicked down to Naomi's stomach. Rhoda pulled back from Beto, but she kept her hands on his shoulders. about this?” He jabbed a finger in Naomi's direction. “You know this boy?” Jim said to Rhoda, his voice accusing. “He's not my daddy anymore,” Beto said in a whisper.
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