That evening, after dinner, Shea’s phone rang. “Hey, Doodlebug! How’s it going?”
“Oh my god, I’m having so much fun. Everyone is super nice.”
Toni poked Shea in the rib. “Put her on speaker.”
Shea did so.
“¡Hola, mija! ¿Como esta?” Toni called.
“¡Hola, tía Toni! I’m having tons of fun. Learning so much it feels like brain’s gonna explode.”
“How wonderful! What have you been doing?”
“In the morning, we had classes, which sounds boring, but I’m actually loving it. Wish school was this interesting. This afternoon, we hung out by the river. The camp’s not too far from the Church.”
The Church had been the Confederate Thunder’s clubhouse. Much of Shea’s childhood, and Annie’s too, had taken place around the old, renovated church building. But the murder of Shea’s mother and sister had po
