“Honey, I wrapped up some extra food from dinner, and I was hoping you’d take it over to Preacher Gabriel?”

My heart skips, and my eyes go wide.

No. Lordy, no. No times a million and a half.

“Oh, mama, I was just getting ready for bed.”

“Oh, but sweetheart, we both know the good preacher barely has two pennies to rub together for a good meal. He’s truly a selfless man of God, traveling the country on what he can, spreading His word. Think charitably, Delilah? Please?”

“Mama—”

“Your father says you can drive the pickup over, too. No need for you to go walking halfway across town in...