He beamed back at me. “It’s me.” And then he had the gall to hug me. He actually motherfucking hugged me. I was so taken aback from the sudden move that I didn’t react. I couldn’t. Not when he had my arms pinned to my sides in what I could only describe as the most uncomfortable bear hug of my life. “Believe it or not, Lynchy, I was half-lonesome for your big druggie head over the summer.” “Believe it or not, Gussie, I will take your rugby-ball-shaped head clean off your shoulders if you don’t let go.”
