Chapter 3

Here and now, Bobo enters the kitchen from outside, fresh from a run. He sports nothing more than a pair of Nike running shorts, a navy L.L. Beanie, and running shoes. His skin is splotchy red from the December cold. Recently, he lost a few pounds, and has gained some muscular lines to his chest, and exudes more model-beauty than ever. His pecs look hard, pink, and cold. His nipples resemble swollen buttons and pop from here to Kingdom Come. Perspiration circles his dented navel and fall to the rim of his tight shorts. Frankly, he looks like a hunk out of a skin mag in the 1990s, not that the two coffee-bourbon drinkers at the kitchen table will complain about his Herculean shape and eye-appeal.

“Bobo, you’re going to catch pneumonia. You shouldn’t be running in the cold half naked. It’s only thirty-two degrees out,” Jonah says.