He answered but I could tell by the way he spoke it was something he didn’t really want to tell me. “My ma ‘n pa own a big farm back in Ohio.”
I never would have guessed that he was a farm boy. I mean everything about him said city or thug wanna-be. But then as I thought about it I saw that everything about him seemed over the top, with the clothes, the hair, the cigarettes and well, just everything. It was clear he was trying real hard not to look like a country boy.
He looked around as though making sure no one was watching and then asked, “Wanna see something?”
“What?” I asked.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the library without saying a single word.