“Alright, come on back inside and put yourself to bed. You wanna fight about me giving you too much money, I guess we’ll do it tomorrow. Though it seems like an awful fool thing to fight about.” “That ain’t how fights work,” he said, taking a step toward me. “I think I’d rather fight now. If you got any fight in you.” “Boy—” “Don’t call me that.” His voice broke into a thousand pieces, some as fragile as glass, some heavy as boulders, some wild as fire. I’d never heard a sound like that, and I wanted to put my arms around him. Needed to. But I stayed still.
