Jimmy ragged on him without letting up for the rest of the afternoon. “You gonna go visit that black, gypsy lady? She’ll put a hurtin’ on ya!” Not only did Jimmy have the most facial hair of the three of them, he was also a little taller and much huskier.
Wendell, of course, decided to get in on the harassment too. “He ain’t goin’. He’s chicken.”
“Both of y’all are just jealous,” Aaron accused. “That’s all. Y’all just mad I got the invitation and you didn’t.”
Wendell threw the empty beer jug in an already full trashcan. “So, you gonna go or not?”
“Maybe later. Let’s look around some.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up the street at a passing float, trying...
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