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underline and remember. So much. For readers, one of life’s most electrifying discoveries is that they are readers—not just capable of doing it (which Morris already knew), but in love with it. Hopelessly. Head over heels. The first book that does that is never forgotten, and each page seems to bring a fresh revelation, one that burns and exalts: Yes! That’s how it is! Yes! I saw that, too! And, of course, That’s what I think! That’s what I FEEL!
Sometimes he still dreams of going to Mickey D’s and ordering everything on the menu.
“I walk,” Hodges says. “And I bought a treadmill for rainy days.” “Excellent! You’ll live forever!”
I was the stick she stirred her pot of love-soup with,
“Cool!” Jerome grins big. “How about I come with you tomorrow? Get the band back together, man! Play all the hits!” Hodges considers. “I don’t know, Jerome. One guy—a golden oldie like me—might not upset young Mr. Saubers too much. Two guys, though, especially when one of them’s a badass black dude who stands six-four—” “Fifteen rounds and I’m still pretty!” Jerome proclaims, waving clasped hands over his head. Odell lays back his ears. “Still pretty! That bad ole bear Sonny Liston never touched me! I float like a butterfly, I sting like a…” He assesses Hodges’s patient expression. “Okay,
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“I think different. And I can think different if I want to.”
“You should smile more often. You’re beautiful when you smile.” Holly blushes all the way to her hairline and hurries out. But she’s smiling again, and that makes Hodges happy.
“Who pays the fine if I get arrested on a charge of driving while black? You?” Holly rolls her eyes. Jerome turns to Hodges, who sighs and nods. “She’s right. There’s room. I’ll pay your fucking fine.”
“Will you put one other thing in your story?” “What?” “That this didn’t start with you finding the trunk.” Hodges looks at it, black and scuffed, a relic with scratched fittings and a moldy top. “It started with the man who put it there. And when you feel like blaming yourself for how it went down, you might want to remember that thing Jimmy Gold keeps saying. Shit don’t mean shit.” Pete laughs and holds out his hand. “You’re a good guy, Mr. Hodges.” Hodges shakes. “Make it Bill. Now go smile for the camera.”
The truth is, I’m a little scared of him. The way I used to be scared of the local haunted house when I was a girl.” “Yeah?” “Uh-huh. I knew there were no ghosts in there, but on the other hand, what if there were?”
