“I can show you where he threw ‘em, if you wanna see.”
“Yeah, I wanna see,” I said. “Hey, Hank. You wanna see?”
Henry still straddled his bike, oblivious to anything but the tree.
“Yo. Frye boy,” I said, louder that time. “Asshole
He slowly turned my way, jaw hanging.
“Catch any flies?”
“Your mouth is open, Einstein.”
“Oh.” Hank smiled. He wasn’t a bad guy, not really. Just a little slow on the uptake. Billy Pickup used to call him and his brother Frank 'window lickers'. Pissed them off no end. They knew it was a slur, they just didn’t know why.
/my little blog is on temporary hiatus/