“What’s your name?” It was a minute before he could find his voice. “Josh. And yours is Swan?” “Sue Wanda. But my mama calls me Swan. How’d you get to be a giant?” There were tears in his eyes, but he smiled anyway. “I guess I ate my mama’s cornbread when I was about your age.” “Cornbread made you a giant?” “Well, I was always big. I used to play some football—first at Auburn University, then for the New Orleans Saints.” “Do you still?” “Nope. I’m a ... I was a wrestler,” he said. “Professional wrestling. I was the bad guy.”
