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“You did fine, Ben You did just fine”

Chapter 128

“HE’LL SLEEP NOW,” Moody said “Maybe he won’t wake up this time”

I followed her out to the little front porch We sat in the chairs where LJ and I had spent a long hot night waiting for the Raiders to come

The worst heat had finally broken You couldn’t call it a cool day, exactly, but the wet blanket of humidity had lifted

“I’ot to talk to him,” I said “His words mean a lot to me”

Moody said nothing

“I feel terrible about the way the trial turned out,” I said

I was hoping, I suppose, that Moody would say so like Abraham had said: that I had done my best and it wasn’t my fault

She turned to face rateful girl But I don’t just feel bad—I’ry Oh yeah, you did your best And Mr Curtis did his best And Mr Stringer spent all that money… but those murderers walked away free”

“You’re right, Moody,” I said “They did”

“Papaw keeps saying it takes a long tie Well, that’s fine for him—he’s al before anything ever starts to get better”

I nodded Then I did so to do until I did it

I reached over and took Moody’s hand

This time she did not pull away