The family gathered in the living room. George Sr. stood by the TV, looking like a man who’d rather be coaching football than parenting. Georgie slouched on the couch, phone in hand. Missy sat cross-legged on the floor, already bored.
When Mary and Brenda Sparks finally opened the closet door, they found the two boys sitting cross-legged, surrounded by hymn forts and fake demonic currency.
Billy tilted his head. “Like a trade?”
Mary looked at George, who shrugged. “That’s probably the best we’re gonna get.”