“I only stayed with them for two weeks. I expected them to try and, like, ‘fix’ me or something. But it wasn’t me they were worried about fixing. Rich spent a lot of time going over to ’Lita’s and talking scripture with her. Speaking her language. I moved back in three days before the first day of school. It hasn’t been easy. She still doesn’t get a lot of things, but she left her church and has been the secretary for Grace Chapel ever since.” She looks around at us all, completely entranced by her story. “Ta-da?” she says. “The end? Can someone else talk please?”

“Willowdean!” someone yells from across the darkening parking lot.

Ellen, fresh off a dinner date with her boyfriend’s parents, sprints toward the chapel. “I saw him!”

“What?” Willowdean stands and rushes down the steps toward Ellen.

“Bo!” Ellen yells. “He was out to eat with these two old guys.”

“What?” She throws her arms up. “What are you even talking about?”

“Am I supposed to understand what’s happening?” I ask Clem under my breath.

She shakes her head. “I . . . think her boyfriend’s cheating on her with two older gentlemen?”

“I fully expect Wendy Williams to show up and tell us who the father is.”

“Wendy Williams doesn’t do paternity tests on her show,” Hannah clarifies.

Clem grips her knee. “Do you mean to tell me you’re a Wendy Williams fan?”

Hannah snarls but then pinches two fingers together. “A teensy fan.”

Tucker stands, stretching his arms wide so that the edge of his T-shirt rises over the top of his jeans an inch or two. “I’m going to get back to work.”

“I’ll join you,” says Bekah.

I watch the two of them walk through the patch of overgrown grass, bugs buzzing to life under the setting sun as Bekah’s soft laugh echoes.

My chest is tight and my throat feels dry. I wonder if I’ve simply made up the last few weeks of my life. If it’s all in my head.

Clem nudges me.

“They’d make a cute couple,” I say.

“Bekah would make a cute couple with a coatrack,” Hannah says.

I nod. She’s got that right.

“Come on,” says Clem. She stands and takes my hand, and the two of us, along with Hannah and Amanda, make our way back to the old building while Ellen and Willowdean stay in the parking lot, losing their shit over two old mystery men.

After a few more hours of cleaning, the room is ready to be painted and the floors sanded. Pastor Rich and Sheila cheerfully sign our community service forms and invite each of us to their first Sunday service in a few weeks.