The Dirty Parts Of The Bible: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
We didn’t talk about what had happened on Sunday. We didn’t talk about much of anything. But I felt a connection with her, and I thought she felt it, too. Maybe it was that neither of us had any brothers or sisters; it gets lonely being an only child. I didn’t breathe a word about her to anyone, but it didn’t take long for Craw to get curious. I always met him at his shed with a plate of Millie’s ham and eggs before heading out to work, but on Tuesday and Wednesday, I was a few minutes later than usual. Thursday, I missed him altogether. When I arrived at the work site an hour late, Craw was sitting on his usual stump hacking away at a post. He tipped his cowboy hat and grinned. “Must be something awful important keeping you these days.” I brushed past him, post-hole digger in hand. “Nope—just slept in.” “Now that’s funny,” Craw said. “Wilburn said you left the house at six.” I kept my back to him. “I had to feed the chickens, too.” “I’ll bet it ain’t just chickens you’re spending time with.”
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