“I’ll do it,” Terry told him.
“You’re not twenty-one are you?”
“No, sir. I’m eighteen.”
“Then you’re out. Do the two of you have a relative who might be willing to step in?”
“Not that I’d want to live with,” Kel replied. “We have an aunt, but she’s my father’s sister. She might say she’d do it, but then she’d send me right back to him. He can do no wrong as far as she’s concerned.”
“All right. What about family friends?”
“They’re all the bast…umm, our father’s friends,” Terry told him.
Mr. Abernathy chuckled. “I get that bastard works.”
“Ed,” Tom said, “may I say something?”
“Of course.”
“I know of three families, two of them my parishioners, one just friends of mine, who might be willing to help Kel out.”
“Even if they don’t know me?” Kel said, hardly believing what Tom was say
