Chapter 25
Going for A Run
HOW COULD HE kill my father? How could Juba approve? Why didn’t my mom ever tell me? Got to clear my head. Let me start with a few laps around the park, Bodee thought as he began his run.
His long effortless strides quickly made him the source of attention of a group of young men who were also planning to stretch their legs. Two of them raced to catch him, but Bodee accelerated and his challengers ended their pursuit. Bodee continued at this quicker pace and experienced the high he often did at the peak of exercise. The spot between his two eyes became hot as a daydream began.
He found himself in a variation of Juba’s apartment—different furniture, a new color paint on the walls, and toys strewn all over the floor. The salt and pepper shakers, however, were b
