eyes, emerging from the white blur.
âYour dog is cold,â he told Nicola, who was attached to the other end of the leash. âDo you want to bring her inside and warm her up?â
âI donât think we should, Ignacio. I really donât.â
Only when she said his name did he recognize her. âYouâre Lindsayâs friend. Nicola, right?â
âShe sits beside me at school.â
âAnd this is the bad dog you told me about? You donât think sheâd make trouble in a church, do you?â
âI know she will,â Nicola said.
Ignacio left the shovel and came down the steps. He asked if he could hold June Bug.
âBe careful,â Nicola said. âIf she really likes you, sheâll bite your nose.â
He unzipped his parka and slid the dogâs small, shivering body in against his chest. June Bug licked his face.
Nicola got straight to the point. âWhat you told me before, Ignacio? That dogs donât go to hell? Are you really sure about that?â
âPretty sure,â he said.
âShe almost got arrested.â
âWhat? This little creature?â He looked down at June Bugâs head poking out so sweetly from under his chin. âI donât believe it.â
Nicola nodded. âYesterday. Christmas Day. Anyway, I got another idea. Once there was a scary movie on TV that I wasnât allowed to watch. I wasnât allowed to know anything about it. So of course my brother Jared told me everything and I couldnât sleep for a whole year. It was about a girl who got infected by a devil. She had to be exercised.â
âI think you mean exorcised,â Ignacio said.
âA priest exercised her,â Nicola said.
âHow?â
âJared didnât say. He just said her head turned completely around and the devil left. Do you think June Bug got infected?â
The janitor laughed.
âCould you ask the priest to exercise June Bug? Just in case?â
âFather Mark? I donât think he does that. But I could throw a ball for her,â Ignacio said.
âThatâs not going to do it.â Nicola sank to her knees with her mittens pressed together. Huge white flakes floated silently down around her. âPlease, Ignacio. She only has One More Chance. Then theyâll send her away. Sheâll go to hell for sure.â
Ignacioâs face under the earflap hat was already red from shoveling and from the cold. Nicola thought it looked redder now. He asked her to get off her knees. When she refused, he sat on the bottom step and looked at her with his kind gray eyes.
âWhat do you do when youâve done a bad thing, Nicola?â
âYesterday? After June Bug stole someoneâs turkey? Me and my mom tried to find the people.â
âShe stole someoneâs turkey?â He looked shocked.
âYes! We brought what was left of our turkey so they could have Christmas dinner. Also fifty dollars from June Bugâs damage fund. Mom said it looked like a fifty-dollar turkey. Well, the part we saw looked like thirty dollars. The other part you couldnât pay someone to take.â
âSo you tried to do a good deed to make up for it?â
Nicola brightened. âThatâs a good idea! Iâll do something good!â
âNow, Nicola. You already confessed for June Bug, which is fine. She canât talk. But if you do her good deed, too, nothingâs going to change. She has to do the good deed herself.â
âThatâs going to be difficult.â
âIt will be easy! A few minutes ago I turned around and saw June Bug for the first time. You know what I felt? I felt filled with happiness. Just looking at this cute dog made me happy. Looking at her now, warm in my coat? Iâm overjoyed! Iâm ecstatic!â He threw one arm in the air. The other was holding the dog.
Nicola smiled. âSheâs good when sheâs asleep.â
âWhat else