“But why not?”
“Because they’ll lock him up in a teeny tiny little cell and he’ll grow a beard and they’ll cut off his beautiful red curls! I just can’t stand it!”
“They won’t arrest him, Bobby Sue. They’ll bring him back here.”
“My friend Abner Mae told me that one time her husband got arrested by the po-lice and that they beat him with a bat and made him do all sorts of unholy things!”
unholy
Mrs. Dixon shot a look over at Mrs. Peabody. “I assure you, that will not happen.”
“No darling, I know the sergeant of the station in town. He’s a very nice man,” Mrs. Peabody added.
“Is he a Christian?” Bobby Sue sniffed.
Mrs. Dixon patted Bobby Sue’s hand. “I’m sure he is.”
“But have you seen him at church?”
The bell rang, much to Mrs. Dixon’s relief. “I’ll get the door. Phelinda, Mi
