“Let ’em,” Benny said. “My old man’s been dead ten years. I’m tired of being a ghost in my own town.”
Until Leona “Lee” Cross and Benny Morelli decided to break it. the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up
Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”
Benny saw him first. He stood up, naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil, and walked to the ladder. “Mr. Hargrove.” “Let ’em,” Benny said
He came down. And The Pit, for one afternoon, was just a pool. No sides. No history. Just oil-slick skin and cold drinks and the sound of people who’d finally learned to swim in the same water. naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil
The invitation said nothing more than “The Pit. Summers. Oil it up.”