“One by one, stepping over people, hushing apologies, shushing their children, waving proudly at Pup as they took their seats, was the entire population of Flanland. Twenty-six people, twenty-seven if you counted Carrie, which Pup did, because as she gave him a small smile before hurrying into her seat, he knew exactly why he was there: because Luke, in his last week of inpatient rehab, couldn’t be.”
