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says it’s never too late for redemption.” Davida clutched the handkerchief. “You got to want forgiveness.” Bobby Ray appeared in the bedroom with his Transformers lunch box. He was wiry, with a tight crop of curlicue hair and toothpick legs. “Where we going?” he asked, staring at the suitcase. “Davida’s just practicing,” Granny Jack said. “She’s learning how to fold clothes nice and fine so they don’t wrinkle.” “Can I try?” Bobby Ray grabbed the tights and unraveled them. “Don’t,” Davida said. “I can do this,” Bobby Ray said. “Watch.” He twisted his lips and rolled the tights into a ball. “That’s great,” Granny Jack said. “How ’bout some pie before homework?” She’d baked their favorite, knowing neither one could resist the sweet smell of molasses and pecans. “Go wash up. I’ll cut you some.” Bobby Ray tore out of the room. Davida resumed packing. Granny Jack put her hands on hips. “Come on, D, you know you love pie.” “Let me finish.” “He won’t be released for five more days. What’s the hurry?”


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