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"Hey." I reached out and took her hand. "Have a good time. And ... watch out for Jude for me, okay? Let me know if he needs anything."

"Will do." April squeezed my hand and then bounded across the rest of the parking lot to the Corolla. I was surprised Jude didn't get out to open the door for her--not very Jude-like at all. But at least his expression softened slightly when she hopped into the car. As much as I wasn't too keen on the idea of my best friend dating my brother, I hoped Pete was right about April--that she could crack Jude's stoic shell when nobody else could.

AT THE PARISH

After Jude and April drove away, i pulled my rolled-up test out of my pocket and went down the alley between the parish and the school. I stopped at my father's outer office door and tentatively listened for signs of life. I figured Dad was still the best bet for signing off on my grade, plus I wanted to check on how he was doing, but i had no idea if he had even ventured out of his study at the house yet. My question was answered before I could even knock on the door.

"I can't do this anymore," I heard someone say. The strained voice sounded somewhat like my father's. "I can't do it again."

"I didn't mean to," someone else said. It was a masculine but childish voice. "I didn't mean to scare nobody."

"But you did," the first voice said, and this time I was certain it belonged to my father. "This is the third time this year. I can't help you again."

"You promised. You promised you'd help me. You fix things. That's what you do."

"I'm done!" my father shouted.

I knew I shouldn't, but I pushed open the door and saw Don Mooney throw his hands over his head. He wailed like a gigantic baby.

"Dad!" I yelled over Don's cries. "What on earth is going on?" Dad looked at me, startled that I was suddenly there. Don noticed me, too. He fell quiet, trembling in his chair. Fluid streamed from his nose and his great, swollen melon eyes. Dad sighed. His shoulders slumped like the weight on them had increased tenfold. "Don decided to take his knife to work. Again." Dad pointed at the hauntingly familiar dagger that lay on his desk. It was the same knife Don had once held to my father's throat. "He scared off a bunch of customers, and Mr. Day fired him. Again."

"I didn't know he'd been fired before."

Don cringed.

"That's because I always smooth things over. Don screws up, and I fix it." Dad sounded so distant, not with the normal kindness and compassion so characteristic of his deep, melodic voice. His face sagged with lack of sleep, his eyes shadowed by dark circles. "I try and I try to fix everything for everyone, and look where it's gotten me. I can't help anymore. I only make things worse. Both of them are on their own."

"Both?" I asked.

Don wailed, cutting me off.

"Dad, this is Don we're talking about," I said, shocked at the sudden rush of feeling I had for the blubbering man--even with his knife so close by. "You weren't trying to scare anyone, were you?"

"No, Miss Grace." Don's huge lower lip quivered.

"Them people were already afraid. They was talking about the monster--the one that tried to eat Maryanne. So I showed them my knife. It's pure silver. My great-great-grandpa used it to kill monsters. My grand daddy told me so. All my ancestors took an oath to kill monsters. I was showing the people that I could stop the monster before it--"

"That's enough," Dad said. "There's no such thing as monsters." Don cowered. "But my granddaddy--"

"Don." I gave him my best don't push it look. I turned to my dad. "Don needs you. You said you'd help him. You can't just quit because it's hard. I mean, what ever happened to seventy times seven and all that 'be your brother's keeper' stuff you're always talking about?" Guilt washed through me. How could I say all that? I mean, I was the one who wanted to give up on Daniel just because helping him had turned out to be difficult in ways I hadn't expected. And I really couldn't believe I was the one expounding scripture--however crudely--to my father. Dad rubbed his hand down the side of his face. "I'm sorry, Grace. You're right. These are my burdens to bear." He put his hand on Don's shoulder. "I guess I can talk to Mr. Day one more time."

Don lunged and wrapped his arms around my father's middle. "Thank you, Pastor D-vine!"

"Don't thank me yet." Dad sounded breathless from Don's death-grip hug. "I'll have to take your knife away for a little while."

"No," Don said. "It was my granddaddy's. The only thing I've got of his. I need it ... for the monsters..."

"That's the deal," Dad said. He looked at me. "Grace, put that thing in a safe place." He led Don from the room, the latter gazing longingly at his knife as they went. "We'll discuss its return in a few weeks."

I put my test in my backpack--today was obviously not the right time to get it signed--and picked up the dagger. I held it out in my hands. It was heavier than I'd expected. The blade was stained with tarnish and other strange, dark-colored marks. It seemed ancient, valuable even. I knew where Dad wanted me to hide it. I tipped back the potted poinsettia on the bookcase and slid out the key it concealed. I unlocked the top drawer of my father's desk, where he kept important things like the cash safe for the Sunday offerings and his first-aid kit. I placed the knife under a flashlight and locked the drawer.

I replaced the key and felt a pang of remorse. I knew what Don was capable of doing with that blade of cold silver, but I couldn't help feeling sorry for his loss. I couldn't fathom having only a single item to remember a loved one by.

"Hey." Charity slipped into the office. "That was really nice, what you did for Don."

"I did it more for Dad," I said. "I don't want him to wake up tomorrow regretting the things he did today," "I don't think Dad will be back to normal tomorrow." I looked up at her. She seemed to be blinking back tears. "Why?" I asked, though I really didn't want to know the answer. I'd been holding on to the fantasy that I would wake up tomorrow and everything would be the way it was supposed to be: oatmeal for breakfast, uneventful day at school, and a genial chicken-and-rice supper with the whole family.

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