Tom flipped the pages and looked down the verses. “Now here is one,’’ he said. “This here’s a nice one, just blowed full a religion: ‘Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.’2 How’s that?’’ “That’s real nice,’’ said Ma. “Put that one in.’’ Tom wrote it carefully. Ma rinsed and wiped a fruit jar and Tom screwed the lid down tight on it. “Maybe the preacher ought to wrote it,’’ he said. Ma said, “No, the preacher wan’t no kin.’’
