“I’m going to go before I make this worse. Thanks again, Josiah. I’ll see you around.” I tried not to look when she left—and failed. Sandra hesitated, like she was deciding whether or not to say something to me. She stepped closer. “Thanks for that. She needed it.” “Just do me a favor.” “What’s that?” “Don’t tell my aunt Louise about this.” Sandra chuckled. “She won’t hear it from me. But we both know she’ll hear about it.” I groaned. “I know.” “See ya, Josiah.”
