I held the box of bulbs out. Tyler picked one. He screwed the light back in, stood up, and wiped his hands.
Walt stepped on the brake.
Both lights came on red.
Walt stood there looking at them. The same way Tyler had looked at his own car on Tuesday night in my garage.
Then Walt took out his wallet. He pulled out a five-dollar bill and held it out to my grandson.
“No, sir,” Tyler said. “It’s free today.”
“Take it.”
“No, sir. Really.”
Walt looked at him for a long moment.
Then he folded that five in half. And he tucked it into the front pocket of Tyler’s hoodie himself. And he patted the pocket twice. The way you’d pat a grandson.
“You’re Marge’s boy,” Walt said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” Walt said.
And he got back in his truck.
Tyler stood there with his hand over his pocket. He didn’t say anything.
When Walt pulled out onto Main Street, Tyler took that five out. He unfolded it. And he put it in the collection envelope Pastor Ron had left on the card table for the food shelf.
I had to turn around and pretend to look for something in the box of bulbs for a while.
By three o’clock, the line ran down the curb, past the parsonage, and around the corner onto Main Street.
Hailey was on her third sheet of paper.
Somebody called the radio station over in Little Falls. They mentioned us on the afternoon farm report. Right between the corn prices and the obituaries.
Tyler hadn’t sat down once since nine in the morning. His knuckles were black with grease. He had a scrape on the back of one hand from a Buick’s license plate bracket.
When I tried to make him rest, he shook his head.
“There’s people waiting, Grandma.”
So I brought him a sloppy joe and held it for him. He ate it in three bites between cars. Standing up.
Around four, Pastor Ron came out of the church and stood next to me with his hands in his pockets.
“How many?” he asked.
“Hailey?”
Hailey checked her sheets.
“Fifty-eight lights. Thirty-nine cars.”
Pastor Ron let out a low whistle.
“Fifty-eight.” He looked at the line still stretching down the street. “You know what? I think I know the number now.”
“What number?”
“You’ll see,” he said.
And he went back inside.
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