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Kingston Penitentiary every month. Willie never fails to ask about you and Bobby Ray. He’s got pictures in his cell.” “If he cared so much, he would have stayed out of trouble.” Davida stood, putting her hands on her hips the way her grandmother did when she was upset. “Reverend, I know you mean well, but Willie’s a lost cause. If you really care about Granny Jack, tell her not to let that man in.” “How dreadful the knowledge of truth can be when there’s no help in it,” the reverend said. “Your father only wanted the best for you. The man had no education, no skills, all he knew was the street. He could use a break.” “How about Bobby Ray? He could use a father,” Davida said, and fled the church as if it was on fire. Underneath the highway, she felt the weight of all that concrete. The traffic crawled overhead. She set out for her brother’s school, Stonewall Elementary. Once she told him about the move, there would be no turning back. Now was as a good a time as any. When Bobby Ray spotted his sister, he ran to her, throwing his skinny arms around her neck. They went for ice cream. He slurped a black-and-white cone with rainbow sprinkles. She wiped a smudge from his lip. “I don’t wanna leave,” he whined after Davida broke the


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