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until an opposing player blew by him to win the game. She waited for him to notice her, and then she and the winded reverend walked back to the church. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said, wiping his brow. “It was worth it just to see your butt kicked.” He laughed and ushered her into his office furnished by the graces of the Riverside Goodwill. “Your grandmother’s worried about you and Bobby Ray,” he said. “She should be more worried about the trouble heading her way.” “Is that any way to talk about your father?” “When it’s the truth, yes.” Reverend Winston sighed. “The Book of Psalms says that mercy and truth meet together. How will you know the truth if you don’t give him a chance?” “All I know is that my father went to jail for armed robbery when I was 5. A couple of months after he got out, he got busted again. That’s enough truth for me.” Reverend Winston stroked his chin. “Do we ever really know the truth?” “I got time for you, reverend,” Davida said, “but what you’re talking today, it ain’t going nowhere.” His marble eyes stayed with her. “You know I visit


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