Hokey Pokey
“He’s Jack. Say it again: He’s Jack! Jack does not give up. Jack does not wimp out. Jack battles. He will go to Tattooer, get a new one. He will track the girl and get his bike back. Repaint it better than ever. This thing that is happening, whatever it is, he will dehappen it. He will drag this day, pummel this day, back to normal.
Start with Kiki. He finds him at Cartoons, cross-legged in the grass, gaping up at the great screen.
“Kiki!” he calls. Kiki turns. The joy on his face tells Jack his earlier meanness has been long forgotten. Kiki snatches his glove and comes running, untied laces flapping. “Hey, Jack! Hey, Jack!” Kiki pulls up, tongue hanging, panting. The kid is so puppy-like Jack sometimes fears he’ll jump up and start licking him in the face.
“Got your new ball?” says Jack. He prays the kid found it after the unkind kick across the Plains.
The kid pulls the black-taped ball from his mitt. “Right here.”
“Give,” says Jack. Kiki flips him the ball. He deloops his own glove ...from his belt.MoreLess
Start with Kiki. He finds him at Cartoons, cross-legged in the grass, gaping up at the great screen.
“Kiki!” he calls. Kiki turns. The joy on his face tells Jack his earlier meanness has been long forgotten. Kiki snatches his glove and comes running, untied laces flapping. “Hey, Jack! Hey, Jack!” Kiki pulls up, tongue hanging, panting. The kid is so puppy-like Jack sometimes fears he’ll jump up and start licking him in the face.
“Got your new ball?” says Jack. He prays the kid found it after the unkind kick across the Plains.
The kid pulls the black-taped ball from his mitt. “Right here.”
“Give,” says Jack. Kiki flips him the ball. He deloops his own glove ...from his belt.MoreLess
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