Slowly, with a great show of world-weariness, the Cannon got up. Even with his abysmal posture he towered over Roger Too White. Roger Too White extended his hand, and the Cannon deigned to shake it, albeit with a gloriously bored limpness. “Fareek is a member of our football team,” said Coach McNutter. “Oh, I know that very well,” said Roger Too White, smiling, looking the young man in the eye, hoping to establish some rapport with this hard case. “I expect everybody in Atlanta knows that. I’ve been following your adventures, along with everybody else.”
