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Afterward, we stopped by

Pastor Keith’s lair. He

pounced, a white-

collared

tiger, with God’s A to Z

of baptism. Who knew

it was so hard to

qualify?

On the way home I mentioned

Dad’s plans for the coming

evening, omitting

you-know-what.

The scowl in the rearview

mirror said a whole

lot more than Mom

needed to.

“Jeez, Mom. I’ve only seen

him twice in the last

nine years. Cut me

some slack.”

That’s double what I’ve

seen him, says Leigh,

and that’s way

too much.

Still, Leigh Agreed to Watch Hunter

Dad’s picking me up in an hour.

We’re supposed to have dinner,

but I’m betting food is the last

thing on his mind. Mine, too,

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