My parents are friends with a couple who have two daughters. Amelia* is a year older than me and Carol is a year younger than me.

I am walking to their house to go to Sunday school with Carol. It’s a sunny day and I’m happy that I get to go see my friends. I am almost at their house when I run into Amelia, who is standing on the sidewalk with some other kids.

“Oh, hi,” she says, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to your house,” I tell her.

“Oh. I’m going to Sunday school.”

“I’m going to Sunday school. That’s why I’m going to your house.”

“I guess you should just come with me then,” she says.

“Okay.”

A large, white van driven by a man that I’ve never seen before pulls up and we all climb in. Amelia explains to the man that she’s bringing me to Sunday school with her. He turns to look at the back of the van to smile at me. He has short, thin, dark grey hair and a gold tooth. He is wearing an old leather jacket. He turns back around and the van pulls away from the curb.

As the van rattles through town, I lean over and say, “Hey Amelia, where’s Carol?”

“Oh, she goes to a different Sunday school,” Amelia says.

*Not their real names