Wagner.”
“She won’t be here today. It’s her day off. I have her cell phone number, though. She gave it to me and told me to call anytime.”
“Then she thinks you’re special.”
“She would be wrong about that.”
“Probably not. But you’ve saved me from going inside. I’ll come back another day.”
“Are you her friend? Or do you need counseling or something?”
He took a moment to answer. His expression changed as he seemed to sink somewhere deep inside him. “Both,” he said at last.
“Nobody calls her Reverend Wagner. At least nobody I would like. She’s Reverend Ana.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“I guess she’s a good friend to have. She’s been nice to us.”
“She would be.” He said goodbye and did a fist bump with Dougie, then he extended his hand to her once more.
“Think about school,” he said. “Whether you like it or not, it’s the only way out, Shiloh. And deep inside you’re too smart not to see that.”
They shook. Then he lifted that hand in goodbye and started back to the parking lot.
“I like him. He’s nice,” Dougie said.
“I guess.” Shiloh considered, then said it again with a little more enthusiasm.
“You don’t like most people.”
She wondered when that had become true. Maybe she had packed that box away and it, too, was at the county dump.
That seemed sadder than almost anything else that had happened to them so far.
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