If there were more words, Alvin Junior didn’t hear them. He was up in his bed a-trembling that such a terrible thought could be thought, not to mention being spoke out loud. He had been afraid so many times tonight, afraid of pain, afraid of dying when Anne whispered murder in his ear, and most of all afraid when the Shining Man came to him and named his sin. But this was something else. This was the end of the whole universe, the end of the one sure thing, to hear Mama talk about not being with Papa anymore. He lay there in his bed, all kinds of thoughts dancing in his head so fast he couldn’t lay hold of any one of them, and finally in a that confusion there wasn’t nothing for it but to sleep.

In the morning he thought maybe it was all a dream, it had to be a dream. But there were new stains on the floor at the foot of his bed, where the blood of the Shining Man had dripped, so that wasn’t a dream. And his parents’ quarrel, that wasn’t no dream neither. Papa stopped him after breakfast and told him, “You stay up here with me today, Al.”

The look on Mama’s face told him plain as day that what was said last night was still meant today.

“I want to help on the church,” Alvin Junior said. “I ain’t afraid of no ridgebeams.”

“You’re going to stay here with me, today. You’re going to help me build something.” Papa swallowed, and stopped himself from looking at Mama. “That church is going to need an altar, and I figure we can build a right nice one that can go inside that church as soon as the roof is on and the walls are up.” Papa looked at Mama and smiled a smile that sent a shiver up Alvin Junior’s back. “You think that preacher’ll like it?”

That took Mama back, it was plain. But she wasn’t the kind to back off from a wrestling match just because the other guy got one throw, Alvin Junior knew that much. “What can the boy do?” she asked. “He ain’t no carpenter.”

“He’s got a good eye,” said Papa. “If he can patch and tool leather, he can put some crosses onto the altar. Make it look good.”

“Measure’s a better whittler,” said Mama.

“Then I’ll have the boy burn the crosses in.” Papa put his hand on Alvin Junior’s head. “Even if he sits here all day and reads in the Bible, this boy ain’t going down to that church till the last pew is in.”

Papa’s voice sounded hard enough to carve his words in stone. Mama looked at Alvin Junior and then at Alvin Senior. Finally she turned her back and started filling the basket with dinner for them as was going to the church.

Alvin Junior went outside to where Measure was hitching the team and Wastenot and Wantnot were loading roof shakes onto the wagon for the church.