Turning Idolater
“Sprakie didn’t even wait for an introduction. Nor did Uncle Dean, who reengaged his strawberries. Thomas clasped Philip’s shoulder, slowing his pace.
“I already introduced Robert and his friend around,”
Thomas said.
Philip halted, and then turned. “I’m glad you did, because I can’t remember any of their names except that one there.” He pointed to Lars Hamilton, who stood like a lighthouse above the sea. He had engaged another young man for audition — a lad Philip thought he recognized. Still, Philip had lost Sprakie in the shuffle.
“Is there something wrong?” Thomas asked.
“I don’t know,” Philip said. “Your Uncle . . .”
“He’s Flo’s uncle.”
“Whatever. He’s nice as far as it goes, and he’s offered me some kind of position in his store — a mysterious apprenticeship, or so he says, but . . .”
“You will do fine with him. You shall learn a great deal about . . .”
“I’m sure of it, Tee. But somehow I feel that we’re a sideshow for him, like one of Mr.
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