CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
After Grandpa went to his night job and while Gabe and Lindy washed dishes from supper, out of the blue she sighed. “Could you tell me something?”
He shrugged. “Depends.”
“Okay. One little thing. Why is Mick so mean? I know you mentioned his many problems. No excuse. Whose life is perfect?”
How could he explain Mick’s behavior so it made sense? He wouldn’t even try. Instead, he admitted he had no idea. “Questions, questions. I wish I had the answers.”
She eyed him. “I think you do, but won’t tell me because I’m too young, or even a worse excuse, I’m a girl. Am I right?”
He laughed, not a funny laugh, but an admitting defeat sort of laugh. “Okay, you make a good point, but…” Again, the scene at Mick’s house flashed through his mind, a horrible reminder of the boy’
