Chapter 24

“I was sixteen with a broken arm.”

“At least it wasn’t your throwing arm. You wouldn’t be where you are today if it were.”

Ricky. It’s all about Ricky on the stairwell to the second floor. Ricky this. Ricky that. Fucking Ricky. Jonah’s starting to hate him.

“I’m going upstairs to change my socks. My feet are freezing.” Barefoot, Sandy slides past Jonah with a pair of cotton socks swinging in his right hand. He enters the dining, the living room, and makes a right, heading to the stairwell and Ricky, who is positioned at Pam’s side.

Jonah hears Sandy’s footsteps on the stairwell. “Excuse me, Pam. Excuse me, Ricky,” Sandy says.

Pam tells Ricky, “The tour is over. I’ll be adding more of you to the wall soon. I was hoping you could pose for a few new pictures. What do you say?”