I ate four biscuits totally smothered in chocolate syrup, and they helped the way home-cooked food always helps. Maybe I’d had low blood sugar. Or maybe Sharon had cooked a little something special into that chocolate. Either way, I was stronger, and it was time. Again. We had one more thing to do.
It felt like maybe we should huddle up like they do in all those sports movies that make you cry and wish you could hurl a ball-thing hundreds of yards. But I was anything but sporty, and it felt like I might never stop crying if I started now. So instead, I gave everyone a good look in the eye, and we all headed out, even Slot, who didn’t seem to want to get far from Sharon’s side.
That cloud of gray was still lingering over the end of town. Shelby said Belinda hadn’t really been able to hear
