CHAPTER 15
“Look, Dad. That’s my Vacation Bible School teacher.”
Gloria stopped in the parking lot. It was already dark out, and she had to rely on the voice as she made her way toward the speaker.
“Bowman? Is that you?”
He beamed as she approached. “You remember me!”
“Of course I do. Is this your father? I’m Gloria.” She reached out her hand to the man who leaned against his car. Who would smoke a cigarette this close to a child?
“Kai.” He gave her hand a shake that was anything but enthusiastic and spat on the ground. “So you’re the one filling his head with all this Jesus cr-p?”
She cleared her throat. “First of all, that’s a crass way to speak in front of a boy so young. Second of all …”
“Save the sermon, lady. I’ve been hearing it all week since we took the little brat to chur
