Chapter 37: What Father Michael Did“Look at you, Cousin Wiley!” Tina Summerall said, sweeping into my room later that day with a rush of her usual frenetic energy. “You look like someone done beat the living daylights out of you! Shelly told me not to visit and not to bother you, but you know how much I listen to Shelly! Not! How are you, Cousin Wiley?”
“Still not dead,” I said.
She offered a hearty laugh, would have been disappointed had I said anything else, since I always told her that.
Tina Summerall was Shelly’s sister, and far and away the black sheep of her family. She had cast off her Baptist roots and embraced her inner hedge witch, was heavily into Wicca, Druidism, tarot cards, and medicine cards, though she professed she could not abide the silliness of astrology. She had a g
