Chapter 50: Fool
3:27 P.M.
The efficiency apartment above King’s Barbells and Boxing is miniscule with a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and bedroom. It’s slender like the confines of a trailer, homey, and smells like Bea Curt (strawberry shampoo and a French perfume), the woman King is currently dating. King is bare-chested and wears a pair of tight boxer-briefs. A cotton towel is draped over his shoulders. He says, “I just got out of the shower.” And he tells Toby that Bea, the woman he’s starting to feel serious about, is in the bedroom, trying to sleep. He adds, “Her head is buried under three pillows, which blocks the light out and numbs the sting of a migraine that she currently suffers from.”
“Poor Bea. I hope she feels better soon.”
King says, “She will.” He pulls the towel off
