He is now about 170 pounds and ripped. He has run several marathons and is a workout junkie. “Come on, Yoni, join us,” SEAL says. “We’re doing push-ups.” “I wish. I already ran this morning and swam just now, but thanks.” SEAL whispers something in my nephew’s ear. No idea what he says, but the expression on Yoni’s face goes from happy-go-lucky to furrowed and pasty. Whatever SEAL said it manipulated my nephew. He decides to join us.
