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hit the road with a child that had no business being there. I was selfish, not thinking about what Willie needed. You see, child, it ain’t all his fault. I owe him. Even with all his bad choices, he’s still my boy.” Davida reached for the bowl of popcorn and took a fistful. “That’s it?” she said. “That’s all you got?” She shoved a few kernels into her mouth. All right, her father had had things tough, but so had she, and she was making the right choice now for Bobby Ray. Why couldn’t Willie have done the same for her? Granny Jack studied Davida’s stony face. “Do me a favor,” she said. “Go see the reverend.” ❊❊❊ First Avenue Baptist spent most of its daylight hours in the shadow of a highway overpass. Each rush-hour morning, the on-ramp clogged like a backed-up toilet, and stayed clogged. The Jackson apartment was only five minutes away by foot. When Davida arrived, a handwritten note was tacked to the church front door: Youth League Basketball 11-1 @ Douglas Park. The door was locked, an additional security measure due to the most recent spate of vandalism. Davida found Reverend Winston on the court with the high schoolers. She watched him do a reasonable job keeping up


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