Chapter 37

He peeled Izzy’s jeans down further, and discovered the large tattoo on Izzy’s left thigh. It was the Virgin Mary, with stars on her blue shawl. Not just any Virgin Mary, Wyatt realized, but Virgen de Guadalupe.

“What about this one?” he asked. “What does she mean?”

“My mom used to take me to church when I was a kid, back in Nevada,” Izzy said. “Our nearest church was mostly Mexicans, you know? I always liked the look of her. Always felt like she was watching out for me.”

“I used to get tutored in Spanish by this girl who lived with her abuela,” Wyatt said. “She had pictures of Virgen de Guadalupeall over her house. And also those ones where Jesus’s heart is like radioactive or something, and it looks like it’s about to burst out of his chest.”

“That’s the Sacred Heart,” Izzy said, laughing. “You didn’t grow up Catholic, huh?”

“Not even a little bit,” Wyatt said.

Izzy tilted his head. “You got tutored in Spanish?”