“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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