Cannonballs are heavy and they move fast. he turned on Bobby.įor a big guy, Brock moved fast. He recovered in a half second and then . . . When Brock turned to face him, he threw the first punch, on Genius’s behalf of course.īrock made a funny Ooph! sound and dropped Genius.

He couldn’t help that some unseen force had already curled his hand into a fist. So Bobby did what Genius couldn’t do for himself. No one deserved what Brock was dishing out. He didn’t deserve to be humiliated for it. As far as Bobby knew, Genius had never spoken his entire life. In fact, Genius hadn’t said a word the entire five months Bobby had lived with him in foster care. The poor kid didn’t even talk, so he couldn’t demand to be put down. But there Brock was, in the middle of the living room, hoisting Genius up by his underwear. He should’ve turned away, gone back to his room, pretended like he hadn’t seen. ISBN 978-0-996 For Great Uncle Ralph, a storyteller in his own right, and the first to teach me about turkey vultures and how to forgive.īobby should’ve minded his own business.

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