Toby

I figured Jesus must have sent that dog to save me. He knew if I got scared enough I would turn to Him, and He was right. And I was going to stay turned. I was going to pray and be good and love everyone, even trashy people.

I was walking fast now. I was all wet from sweating but I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait to tell Mom the good news. She’d be so happy she’d be crying. “Oh Toby,” she’d say, and put her big fat freckled arms around me. I would let her. We’d both be crying. I was almost crying already.

Then I saw their wagon.