Chapter 37

After signing five or six pictures, he felt more comfortable with the process and began to chat with his fans.

“What would ya like me to write?” he asked without looking up.

“Just write ‘To Chuck, with fond memories, from Sam.’”

O.B.’s head snapped up to see a smiling Chuck standing before him.

“Hi, Mr. Smith—or is it Jones?” he said. “Nice to see you again. It’s been a long time. I’ve missed you.”

“Jesus.” O.B. whispered and looked around in panic. Seeing that no one seemed to be paying attention to them, he added in an undertone, “Fuck, what are you trying to do, man, get me shut out of the league?”

Chuck laughed. “No, just wanted to get your attention.”

“Well you got it. Now fuck off,” he said, still keeping his voice low.

“When can I see you again? Remember you said maybe when you got back?” Chuck persisted.

O.B. felt sweat run down his back.

“Can’t talk about that now,” O.B. said, scrawling his name on the photograph and thrusting it back at Chuck.