Alvin Junior thought of hanging onto the well bucket, falling down into the darkness, until the rope bound up on the windlass and the bucket stopped just above the water, where he would have drowned for certain. They told him he wasn’t yet two years old when that happened, but he still dreamed sometimes about the stones that lined the inside of the well, getting darker and darker as he went down. In his dreams the well was ten miles deep and he fell forever before waking up.

“Then think of this, Alvin Miller, since you think you know scripture.”

Papa started to protest that he didn’t think nothing of the kind.

“The devil hisself said to the Lord in the desert that the angels would bear Jesus up lest he dash his foot against a stone.”

“I don’t know what that has to do with water—“

“It’s plain that if I married you for brains I was plumb cheated.”

Papa’s face turned red. “Don’t you call me no simpleton, Faith. I know what I know and—“

“He has a guardian angel, Alvin Miller. He has someone watching out for him.”

“You and your scriptures. You and your angels.”

“You tell me why else he had those fourteen accidents and not one of them so much as gave him a scrape on his arm. How many other boys get to six years old without no injury?”

Papa’s face looked strange then, twisted up a little, as if it was hard for him to speak at all. “I tell you that there’s something wants him dead. I know it.”

“You don’t know any such thing.”

Papa spoke even slower, biting out the words as if each one caused him pain. “I know. “

He had such a hard time talking that Mama just went on and talked right over him. “If there’s some devil plot to kill him—which I ain’t saying, Alvin—then there’s an even stronger heavenly plan to preserve him.”

Then, suddenly, Papa didn’t have no trouble talking at all. Papa just gave up saying the hard thing, and Alvin Junior felt let down, like when somebody said uncle before they even got throwed. But he knew, the minute he thought about it, that his papa wouldn’t give up like that lessen it was some terrible force stopping him from speaking up. Papa was a strong man, not a bit cowardly. And seeing Papa beat down like that, well, it made the boy afraid. Little Alvin knew that Mama and Papa were talking about him, and even though he didn’t understand half what they said, he knew that Papa was saying somebody wanted Alvin Junior dead, and when Papa tried to tell his real proof, the thing that made him know, something stopped his mouth and kept him still.