I peeked out the window and watched my mother and Sheriff Tackett argue on the porch. Finally, she stormed away, got in her van and pulled off. Seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Grayson answered it.
The sheriff stepped in, looked around until he saw me. He then approached. “Jacob,” he insisted, “I need to talk to you.” He looked over at Mrs. Oliver and added, “You too, Mrs. Oliver.”
We went into the kitchen and sat at the table. Sheriff Tackett asked me if I had run away, or i