Benny saw him first. He stood up, naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil, and walked to the ladder. “Mr. Hargrove.”
“They’ll talk,” she said one night, dangling her feet over the quarry’s edge. The water below was black as coffee, deep and cold. the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up
He took the shotgun off his arm. Leaned it against a tree. Benny saw him first
“My father was an asshole,” Benny said, calm and clear. “No offense.” naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil
“Your father would roll over.”
“Let ’em,” Benny said. “My old man’s been dead ten years. I’m tired of being a ghost in my own town.”