kidâs good for John L.,â Richie told me one dawn in the car. âJohn L. hates to train. He gets bored real easy. Iâm glad you guys showed up.â
âFive hundred dollars glad?â I rasped.
âDonât push your luck, pencil boy.â
Sonny never sparred with John L. for the crowd. An old sparring partner would go through the motions, never laying a glove on John L. After the public session was over, Richie would coach Sonny. Heâd talk strategy. Heâd put on the big mitts and review combinations.
I learned from watching Richie. He corrected some bad habits Sonny had fallen into, like dropping his shoulder so low before throwing a body hook that he left his face wide open. Sonny was a fast learner with lots of energy, and I could see that Richie enjoyed teaching him. He could forget about John L. for an hour or two. He made Sonny go outside after the coaching and run again for twenty minutes to get used to the heat.
My folks were excited when I called home;theyâd seen me on TV. My dad never asked where I got the money for my flight. Jake sounded happy, too. Alfred asked a lot of questions about Sonnyâs training. There was no way I could lie to him about the secret sessions with John L.
âShouldnât need that kind of work so close to a fight,â said Alfred. âDonât bet on Solomon.â
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John L. invited us to have dinner with him one night. He had his own cottage by the hotelâs golf courseâthree bedrooms, a huge living room with a monster TV set, gold bathrooms. We ate outside on the patio overlooking the pool, with a dozen other people, family and friends and lawyers. John L. put us near him at the long table.
âSo, what kind of Indian are you?â he asked.
âYou never heard of it.â
âWould if you told me. Be proud of your race, make your race proud of you.â
âMoscondaga. Up near Sparta, New York.â
âYou donât look so Indian.â
âMy father was a white man.â
âWas?â
Sonny got a funny look. âDied in Vietnam.â
John L. leaned back in his chair and put his hands on top of his big gut. âMy granpa Moise came over from Russia, settled in Brooklyn. Brighton Beach. That was like a reservationâyou could walk on the boardwalk, hear nothing but Russian and Yiddish. English is my fourth language.â He winked. âThird one was punching out anybody called me kike. Roots make you strong, Sonny Boy. And after I messed upâ¦â
âBad breaks can happen to anybody,â said one of the lawyers.
ââ¦I had a place to crawl back to.â
My mouth was full but I couldnât miss the chance. âHowâd you mess up? The papers saidâ¦â
âPapers always get it wrong. I blew it, didnât train, let it all go to my head. Women, booze, dope.â He winked. âMaybe I got my break too early. The worldâs upside down, once you can afford things, everybody gives you stuff for free.â
âBut you pay for it,â said Richie.
âJewboy, redskin, schvartzeââhe winked at meââsame books, different covers.â
He winked too much. I finally figured out he had a nervous tic. Did it have something to do with his brain? The reason Richie wouldnât let Sonny hit his head?
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The next morning, in the car, Richie said, âYou think Sonny be willing to fight the under-card?â
I thought he was teasing. âNah, weâre just out here for the sun.â
âWorth two grand.â
âYou serious?â
âSludge took off. He was supposed to fight one of Hubbardâs sparring partners in a four-round prelim.â
âWho?â
âA pretty decent banger, used to be ranked, but he got into drugs, now heâs trying to make it back up. I donât think Sonnyâll have any trouble with him.â
I tried to stay cool. âHe got a
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