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Who to call?
“Come on,” the deputy says.
Not my dad. When he sees the dent in the hood, he’ll slap me hard.
Not my ma. It’s late morning so she’s probably drunk.
I settle on Memaw.
“I hit Derek with the car. I’m at the sheriff’s.”
“What did he do?” she asks around her cigarette.
“Stole my money for meth and cheated with that Hayley-girl.”
“Is he alive?”
“Gotta hit him harder next time, child,” she says. “I’ll be there.”
The deputy grimaces. “Your grandmother’s coming here?”
“She taught me all I know.”
“Well, heaven help us.”
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