“But, you know, he and Mom feed me all the time while I’m working. And after rush hour, they want me to study, and they expect me to eat a snack, a huge snack. I don’t go outdoors, so I’m pasty white.” He stuck out his arm and pushed up the sleeve of his hoodie. Yup, pasty white. “I work out a little bit on Saturday and Sunday, but it’s not enough to get in shape. They want me to study and get good grades. I’m okay with studying. I just wanna…I just…I want to look like you and the guys in your family.”
Big and shaggy? I almost laughed. The kid was serious, though, so I took him serious.
“Sure. I have no problem with you working after school for an hour or two.”
He brightened, but not as much as I thought he would.
“Uh, could you do one more thing?”
I just stared at him. Now what?
“Could you talk my folks into saying yes?”
From the way his eyes left my face, I could tell I was frowning. Damn. I didn’t want to get mixed up in his family business.