“Which one is the good ball?”
“The fourth on top, why?”
“He’ll never find it. Xxnx I was dancing with Cinda when I asked her, “Wish our wedding was like this?”
“Never, Ty—I thought our wedding was perfect. Somehow, I doubted that Momma wanted to sleep on sheets after Monroe and Juanita had made love God only knows how many times. I probably could have climbed out the window, but I didn’t. They left Sunday evening and I could see that neither had a decent night’s sleep in days. That skinny white boy got nothing to compare to what I can give you.” He grabbed his crotch obscenely. Oh, Ty! “What the hell is wrong with you? We exited laughing as we dried each other and dressed. I changed direction again going between my legs and when he crossed his legs to keep up with me I knew I
