Bobby Stitch | Michael Milardo

Excerpt from Chapter 5 – “Echoes”
Aweek had passed since that evening, and now a door
was slowly opening, revealing all that had been hidden
in the darkness beyond it. Two promises made to me by a wise
man would soon be kept. Other promises, ones I had made to
him that same Saturday evening, would require more time- to
see if I could keep them.
“What? You did what?” Mr. Howard had responded angrily
when, shortly after presenting me with his boxing gloves, Dowie
and I bragged to him about how I had taken on Goliath Jack Graham
and driven him to his knees.
“We need to talk! Right now!” Growing even more furious,
he spat his words and glared at us, his fiery eyes instantly
scorching us, vaporizing our smiles. “Remove those gloves!
Right now!” They were the gloves he had worn fourteen years
ago, in 1931, when he won the U.S. Navy light-heavyweight
boxing championship.