Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”
Benny saw him first. He stood up, naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil, and walked to the ladder. “Mr. Hargrove.” the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up
The old man squinted. “You’re Joe Morelli’s boy.” Lee smiled
“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. naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil
Hargrove grunted. His eyes moved to Lee, who had climbed up behind Benny. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cover up. She just stood there, oiled and beautiful, and said, “You want a beer, Mr. Hargrove? It’s hot as hell.”