Winn Dixie

something I had never thought of before; and that was that a list of things couldn't even begin to show somebody the real Winn-Dixie, just like a list of ten things couldn't ever get me to know my mama. And thinking about that made me cry even more. Me and the preacher looked for a long time; and finally, he said we had to quit.

"But Daddy," I said, "Winn-Dixie's out there somewhere. We can't leave him." "Opal," the preacher said, "we have looked and looked, and there's only so much looking we can

do." 164