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Show Go Love/108 right defensive end for the State Championship Jackrabbits of 1985, to watch him throw forearm shivers and sing in the church choir on Sunday, then walk out the big double doors they'd so soon carry his casket through, six-feet tall and sawdust bronze-that was Jimmy. I loved every goddamn last thing about him. Outside, somebody racked off muffler glass-packs-O W.'s Chevy, it sounded like The woman cut us a hard look-she glared straight through us Then she turned back to the whale, put her lips to the fetid face and kissed. "I know. I know you didn't mean to, Daddy I forgive you." It was embarrassing, the whale's big eyes like greasy saucers. "That lady's b-bonko," Jimmy said, "Calling that stinking thing daddy." |