“Yes,” Pete said.

“Yes,” was Andy’s heartfelt response.

“I think I’ll go home now. I have to clean my bathrooms,” Amy said.

“You aren’t going anywhere, Amy,” Andy said, reaching across the table to grab her arm. “You’re in this, too. If you balk, I’m going to Arnie and telling him the whole story. Now, what’s it going to be?”

“Amy, we can all talk to Arnie. We can make him see that it was an accident and that he shouldn’t blame you. I think you might be shortchanging your husband here. If he loves you, he will forgive you when he knows the whole story. Give the guy a chance, and for God’s sake, do the right thing here,” Boomer said.

Amy’s response was to toss a five-dollar bill on the table and slide out of the booth.

The three men looked at one another. Andy’s shoulders started to shake again.

Boomer looked across the table, his gaze fixed on Andy. “Just how sure are you that Amy purposely threw the rocks at Cady?”

“As sure as I know my name is Andy Hollister. Jesus, I think I’m going to be sick,” he said, barreling out of the booth in search of the men’s room.

Boomer and Pete stared at one another. “I swear to good Christ, I didn’t see it that way, Boomer. We were just throwing rocks to make Jeff get off the line. I had no clue Andy even thought something like that.”

Boomer shook his head. “I saw you all pitching the rocks, but I was so busy with the line I didn’t know who was throwing what. Imagine carrying that around for twenty years.” He shook his head again, trying to clear away his ugly thoughts.

“I guess it’s us versus Amy,” Pete said. “You okay, Andy?” he asked his childhood friend when Andy slid back into the booth. “You still okay with all of this?”

“Yeah, I am. So, what time are we going to do the reenactment?”

“The same time as the real accident. Five-thirty. By the way, did either one of you gouge out Cady’s initials in the Judas tree?”

“Oh, jeez, I forgot about those initials. Did someone do that?” Andy asked weakly as he mopped at his forehead. “It wasn’t me.”

“It wasn’t me either,” Pete said.

“I didn’t do it,” Boomer said. “That leaves Amy or maybe Mr. or Mrs. King, but I think that’s a real stretch to even consider them.”

“She’s sick,” Andy said. “Look, I don’t know what to do. Help me here. Should I go and talk to Arnie? What?”

“I think this is one of those let your conscience be your guide kind of things. If you need either one of us to go with you, I’ll be there,” Pete said.

Boomer nodded. “Me too.”

“I need to think about this before I make a decision. I guess I’ll see you at five-thirty then.”

“When I was a kid, I thought those twins were the best of the best. I wanted to be like them so bad I used to make myself sick. They had so much free rein. I had rules and timetables and all that other junk. My mother might have been on the weird side, but she did have rules such as they were. Those two raised themselves. Maybe you and I were the lucky ones. I don’t know anything anymore,” Pete said miserably.