I need a dollar. I need a dollar.
the shadow of her head fell on the equipment bag he was packing after softball
practise
I
need a dollar.
I heard you A minute Im busy
I need a dollar . . in quartersyou
got quarters?
cinching the canvas bag he rocked back on his heels
her
she wasnt an athlete
last year broke her nose fielding a routine pop fly to right it looked good on her
she was her mothers I want her out of my hair after school
she was a freshman
A dollar in quarters.
he stood
I’ll
show you my tit . my tits they’re worth a
dollar. she yanked her jersey up yanked
her bra up
he thought entrapment
casually looked
left right around the diamond just her
him the payphone anchored on the wall outside the gymnasium doors
Yeah?they’re worth a dollar?
Woudya put your clothes on
I need a dollar.
Yasaid
she tugged on her bra to get
it over herself
if he had to admit hed say
getting it back over her rack was entertainingverging on hilarious
he snickered
Don’t laugh, hurts.
I imagine
dugging in his pocket he pulled out
a fistful of coindidnt count set it on home platehefted the equipment bag
Stay put
Lemme walkway before you pick it up
If you give me a ride home I won’t
need the dollar.
Oh No
You make your call Ill sit in the parking lot till your ride
comes
What if they aren’t
there?
Call someone else
If you gave me a ride . .
.
. Sister After that impromptu performance cold day in Hell
twentyminutes later a beatup red Ford pickup
rolled into the parking lot
running to it she waved to him enthusiastically like a little school girl
he thought Kid thadoesnt bode well for you
at home sitting down for dinner
with his wife and daughters she asked him about practise
Scarlet his daughters sucked in their
breaths
Yes girls
Careful Dad, she’s boy crazy.
You’ve seen her body.
I have
She’s
really built Mom, yeah Dad?
Built Yah
Scarlet borrowed some change from me he
made eyes with his wife intimating LATER to call for a ride home
She’s really built Mom.
he said She isnt an athlete
Stuff gets in the way
his girls laughed
they were athleticcoordinated like their
mother like him
234, 2sday,
20 6. 23
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