Chapter 20“Hey, you little s**t, I heard you were worried about me.”
Jimmy sat up, rubbing his eyes. It didn’t seem possible but here was Little T, standing right next to him, a big grin on his face. He was wearing his favorite T-shirt from Banana Republic; it had a pineapple on it. With the shirt he wore a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts. His curly red hair was tousled, but he looked clean. His smile seemed to light up the priest’s study.
“Man, I thought you was in trouble,” Jimmy said, trying to sort out how Little T found him here, wondering if he was wrong all along about his whereabouts. He sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the couch. He rubbed his bare toes into the rug. He still couldn’t believe it.
“Nah, you know me, Jimmy. I met this one guy last week, a wrestling coac
