angrily away from the mirror, like it was the mirrorâs fault. It certainly wasnât mine.
But it was more than just that. I felt tired. And slow. And hurt. I had pulled a thigh muscle a couple of weeks before, just playing some casual basketball in gym classânobody gets hurt in gym classâand it was refusing to heal.
I had to start training for real. I was going to get fit and stay fit. Something large, larger even than my belly, was coming over me.
It was over. This life, or this leg of it anyway, was over, and truth be told, I was not unhappy or unprepared for it. Except for living with my dad, there wasnât really any part of my life that I was not now prepared to trade in, trade up, for bigger and better things. Faster things, stronger things, prettier things, harder things, newer things, unknown things, and scarier things.
So when I came downstairs, I told my dad I would be skipping breakfast. And that was just the beginning. âIâve been thinking, Ray, that I donât really want to have that open house here after graduation.â
He stopped washing up and looked at me as if I had stripped again and was looking at my naked reflection in the breakfast plates.
âYou?â
âRight.â
âKeir MacTavish Sarafian?â
âRight.â
âYou know that open house actually means party? You know you are saying you donât want a party. Could that possibly be true?â
âYa, Dad. I just feel like . . . Iâve had enough. Not that I donât still love a party, Just that . . . I think Iâve done it now. Like I have had the breakup parties and the going away parties, and most of all the good-bye stuff and, honestly, I just donât feel like doing it again.â
I was briefly worried that Ray was going to be hurt. That he was going to feel bad that I had turned down his nice offer to throw me a do, that I had cut the legs off his big chance to send me off in style like he did for Mary and then Fran and that, I must say, he did spectacularly well. We were still pushing people out of the house two days later both times.
But he was okay. Which I should have known he would be.
âWhat do I want?â he said, lightly butting my head with his.
âYou want what I want, Dad.â
âThatâs right, goofus, and donât you forget it. So, what do you want? A trip to Bermuda or someplace, I suppose.â
âNo. All I want is Rollo.â
He dried off his hands. âRollo?â
âYa, just Rollo.â
âReally? Just Rollo, not his limousine?â
âDuh, Dad.â
Rayâs cousin, Rollo, owned what was by some distance the finest, gaudiest, most hysterically decked-out stretch limo in this area. You normally had to book him months in advance for a weekend. He was expensive, and only slightly moved by family considerations.
âAnd what exactly do you want with Rollo?â
âAll I want is just to ride around. For a few hours. Tooling around. Seeing places, seeing people. Picking up a friend here and there, having a laugh, dropping them off again. Showing off. Doing only what I feel like doing, when the mood hits me. Taking a stretch limo through the KFC drive-through. Seeing who I want, when I want, skipping all the rest of it, then when Iâm done with it, being done.
âAnd not getting up out of my seat the whole time.â
He looked at me with great intensity, leaning up close. Like one of those pictures of the Kennedy brothers conferring over the Cuban Missile Crisis or Marilyn Monroe.
âDamn,â he said with pride. âThatâs a plan.â
*Â Â *Â Â *
As graduation approached I felt lighter and righter about it. While a lot of people at school were preparing for partiesâmostly by partying all the timeâI was pulling back, slowing down, stepping away. And it felt good.
I found a new and brilliant method for getting in condition: I ate
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