“I looked like a skinny boy, but before long I planned to bulk up like a man. First, I did fifty sit-ups, then ten chin-ups and twenty push-ups. Dad had an old cannonball that he had uncovered at the beach while digging a luau pit. I picked it up and held it against my chest and groaned out loud as I did deep knee bends until my thighs burned. I completed ten more chin-ups and had just dropped down from the bar when Cush pulled up the driveway. He was a friend of Dad’s. Mom called him a “shady c...haracter.” “Who can tell how he makes a living?” she had once remarked. “He’s on the golf course all day, and out cattin’ around all night.” I had never seen Cush work, but on my birthday last month he had given me a twenty-dollar bill. It was none of my business how he got his money as long as some made it into my hot hands. Now he was driving a new green-and-white Triumph two-seater sports coupe. The engine purred, and after what Mom had said, I began to think of him as a cat.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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