When I stop by Olive Branch after school, people are like, “Hi, Reggie,” in that easy way that says I’m a part of things, and it feels good. I look for George as soon as I walk into the shelter, and Wilma just looks at me and shakes her head. I make deals with God: Bring George back and I’ll pray every night. Bring George back and I’ll keep my room spotless. If I win this election, You have to bring him back. I am a little scared, trying to bargain with God, but He seems to be letting it slide. I talk to a couple of the kids; Charlie gives me a hug. “Today is a good day,” he says. “Really good, like when George used to live here.” “That’s cool,” I say. “I hope when he comes back, he comes when you’re here,” he says. “Because he was always in a good mood after he saw you. Once he told me that we had to share you as our best friend.” I am happy and sad, and a little proud. Wilma squeezes my shoulder and then points to a couple of boxes. “That must be some school you and your friends go to,”
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