“Well, at least we found something you’re good at.” “What, gun handling?” Tanner asked, still laughing. Mrs. Wilt cackled. “God, no. Salvatore’s lucky you couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn,” she said, which made Tanner laugh even harder. When they caught their breath, Tanner crinkled her brow. “Then what am I good at?” Mrs. Wilt took a long pull from a plastic water bottle and re-capped it. Then she glanced at Tanner and said purposefully, “Being a friend.”
