Pastor Doleshire and his wife invited us to stay the night and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Jacquelyn had been in the kitchen sneaking us some cookies and Cokes when she overheard my mom telling her parents that I had a problem with wetting at night. Jacquelyn came out looking all glum and quiet like.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I saw that she didn’t have the cookies or the Cokes, “Did you get caught?”
She sat down on the street curb next to me and quietly whispered, “I just heard something I don’t think I was supposed to hear and I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“Come on, why would I be mad at you? What did you hear?” I asked nudging her with my elbow.
She was wringing her hands while staring down at her orange shoe laces.