Blue Star Rapture
“After breakfast, when he went into the coaches’ dining room to scrounge for the newspaper, all T.J. could find was the women’s section and the comics. He waved at Coach Lindsey, but the coach avoided eye contact. To make anything out of that, though, would just be paranoid.
Tyron had a brand-new pair of sweats, with the Reebok logo. He showed the sweats to T.J. as they made their way to the courts. “Bee Edwards again?” asked T.J.
“No, it wasn’t Bee this time. A guy named McLemore gave them to m...e.”
“And who’s McLemore? Not that I really want to know.”
“I don’t know who he is, he’s just a guy.”
“Nobody’s just a guy, Tyron. Even people who don’t give you things aren’t just a guy.”
Ishmael Greene said, “He’s just another hustler. Like Bee Edwards and all the rest of ’em. It’s nothin’.”
“He gives sweats away,” muttered T.J.
“Sweats, shoes, whatever. Ain’t no rule against it. Why don’t you just chill?”
T.J. said, “You see what bullshit this is?MoreLess
Tyron had a brand-new pair of sweats, with the Reebok logo. He showed the sweats to T.J. as they made their way to the courts. “Bee Edwards again?” asked T.J.
“No, it wasn’t Bee this time. A guy named McLemore gave them to m...e.”
“And who’s McLemore? Not that I really want to know.”
“I don’t know who he is, he’s just a guy.”
“Nobody’s just a guy, Tyron. Even people who don’t give you things aren’t just a guy.”
Ishmael Greene said, “He’s just another hustler. Like Bee Edwards and all the rest of ’em. It’s nothin’.”
“He gives sweats away,” muttered T.J.
“Sweats, shoes, whatever. Ain’t no rule against it. Why don’t you just chill?”
T.J. said, “You see what bullshit this is?MoreLess
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