Manny was holding the ball as tenderly as he would a pit puppy with pedigree papers. I wanted him to touch me that way. “Hey, Manny.” It was an asthma squeak. My neck felt hot, hotter than the day. Manny nodded at me, spun the ball on his pointer finger. “What’s up?” “ ’Bout time,” Daddy said. “Help your brother with them bottles.”
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