“Do you believe people go to hell, really go to hell, I mean?”
“You ain't worrying about Leslie Burke?” It did seem peculiar, but still—
“Well, May Belle said...” “May Belle? May Belle ain't God.”
“Yeah, but how do you know what God does?” “Lord, boy, don't be a fool. God ain't gonna send any little girls to hell.”
He had never in his life thought of Leslie Burke as a little girl, but still God was sure to. She wouldn't have been eleven until November.
They got up and began to walk up the hill. “I didn't mean that about hating her,” he said. “I don't know what made me say that.”
His father nodded to show he understood. Everyone, even Brenda, was gentle to him.
Everyone except May Belle, who hung back as though afraid to have anything to do with him.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry, but he couldn't. He was too tired.
He couldn't just say the words. He had to make it up to her, and he was too tired to figure out how.
That afternoon Bill came up to the house. They were about to leave for Pennsylvania,
and he wondered if Jess would take care of the dog until they got back. “Sure.” He was glad Bill wanted him to help.
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