Chapter 3
“What a day, huh?” Angel said and began to pull off his clothes.
Michael tried not to watch as he began to undress. Was it really only last night that Angel and he had…
“Festival’s tonight. You boys going?” Reggie asked, coming into the locker room and busting in on Michael’s thoughts.
Angel was sitting in his underwear, getting ready to put his civilian clothes on. Michael saw Angel’s uniform in a pile and resisted the strange need to go over and fold it for him. The locker room stunk, and where the smell would often trigger Michael’s memory of the shooting, today he only smelled stale sweat and any number of odors that a group of men left behind.
“What about it? You wanna hit the festivities?” Angel asked, purposely adjusting himself so Michael could see his bulge. “Or you
