Chapter 54: FootballAugust 20. Near midnight. The pool boy slept. I checked on him, cracking his unlocked door open. He lightly snored, like a child; wheezed some. I stood watching the shadow of his stomach rise and fall, wondered exactly what his dreams entailed: lush jungles with a striking, well-built Tarzan swinging from tree to tree in the Congo’s green canopies; a war-torn older man named Ahab who insisted on battling a giant fish; a mere student in gym class, playing touch football on an October field with his hand cupped ever so closely to a bulky center’s spread legs and bottom, ready and willing to make the pass of his high school football career, eventually having his shirtless team score a touchdown; or…
I was sure he had spine-tingling dreams that only pool boys have in the d
