Because of Winn-Dixie
"You're a mess," I told him. "I bet you don't belong to anybody." (1.21)
My daddy is a good preacher and a nice man, but sometimes it's hard for me to think about him as my daddy, because he spends so much time preaching or thinking about preaching or getting ready to preach. And so, in my mind, I think of him as "the preacher." (2.1)
"Are you looking for a home?" the preacher asked, real soft, to Winn-Dixie.
Winn-Dixie wagged his tail.
"Well," the preacher said. "I guess you've found one." (2.26)