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but then he recovered. “I’m not a charlatan, Edward.”
    “Reverend Bonner’s the real thing, kiddo. Honest. God-fearing.” She met Ethan’s eyes. “A man who withholds judgment and is filled with compassion for the less fortunate.”
    Just like his brother, he didn’t back down easily, and her attempt to shame him failed. “Don’t even consider trying to settle here again, Mrs. Snopes. You’re not wanted.” He turned to Gabe. “I have a meeting, and I’ve got to get back to town. Let’s have dinner together tonight.”
    Bonner tilted his head toward her. “What are you going to do with them?”
    Ethan hesitated. “I’m sorry, Gabe. You know I’d do anything in the world for you, but I can’t help you with this one. Salvation doesn’t need Mrs. Snopes, and I won’t be a party to bringing her back to town.” He brushed his brother’s arm, then headed for the door.
    Gabe stiffened. “Ethan! Wait a minute.” He shot out after him.
    Edward looked up at her. “Nobody likes us, do they?”
    She swallowed a lump in her throat. “We’re the best, lamb chop, and anybody who can’t figure that out isn’t worth our time.”
    She heard a curse, and Gabe reappeared, a scowl twisting his lips. He planted his hands on his hips, and as he stared down at her, she grew conscious of his height. She was five feet seven, but he made her feel small and disturbingly defenseless.
    “In all the years I’ve known my brother, this is the only time I’ve seen him turn anybody away.”
    “It’s been my experience, Bonner, that even good Christians have a limit. For a lot of them, I seem to be it.”
    “I don’t want you here!”
    “Now there’s a news flash.”
    His expression darkened. “This place isn’t safe for a kid. He couldn’t hang around here.”
    Was he weakening? She made up a quick lie. “I have a place to keep him.”
    Edward burrowed closer to her side.
    “If I hired you, it would only be for a couple of days, just until I find someone else.”
    “Understood.” She struggled to hide her excitement.
    “All right,” he snarled. “Eight o’clock tomorrow. And you’d better be ready to work your butt off.”
    “I can do that.”
    His scowl deepened. “It’s not my responsibility to find you a place to stay.”
    “I have a place.”
    He regarded her suspiciously. “Where?”
    “None of your business. I’m not helpless, Bonner, I just need a job.”
    The phone rang on the wall. He went over to answer it, and she listened to a one-sided conversation that dealt with a delivery problem. “I’ll come in and straighten it out,” Mr. Charm finally announced.
    He hung up the phone, then crossed over to the door and held it open. He didn’t do it as a courtesy, she knew, but only to get rid of her.
    “I have to go into town. We’ll talk about where you’re going to stay when I get back.”
    “I told you it’s taken care of.”
    “We’ll talk when I get back,” he snapped. “Wait for me over by the playground. And find something to do with your kid!”
    He stalked out.
    She had no intention of staying around long enough for him to find out that she was sleeping in her car, so she waited until he drove off then headed for her Impala. While Edward napped in the backseat, she washed herself, then laundered their dirty clothes in a small tributary of the French Broad River that ran through the grove. Afterward, she changed into her tattered jeans and an old melon-colored T-shirt. Edward woke up, and the two of them sang silly songs and told ancient knock-knock jokes while they hung their wet laundry on low branches near the car.
    The late-afternoon shadows lengthened. She had no food left, and she couldn’t postpone the trip into town any longer. With Edward at her side, she walked along the highway until they had left the drive-in behind, then she stuck out her thumb as a late-model Park Avenue approached.
    It was driven by a retired couple from St. Petersburg who were summering in