Here is where Odette jammed her shovel in the ground. Here is where the police said pennies glistened in the headlights, and no one knew why. I reach in my pocket for my change from Dairy Queen and pick out a penny. I close my eyes and throw it as far as I can over the fence. “It’s a little late to be wishing,” Wyatt says. “A wish…is just hope,” I say, but I’m not sure he can hear me over the thunder.
Is this some country folk superstitious bullshit or will the pennies make sense at some point?
