The old man squinted. “You’re Joe Morelli’s boy.”
Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”
The invitation said nothing more than “The Pit. Summers. Oil it up.” the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up
Around four, old man Hargrove appeared at the top of the quarry path. He was eighty-two, white as chalk, and had a shotgun broken over his arm. He stared down at the scene: fifty people, every shade from coffee to cream, oiled up and splashing, sharing beers, passing a joint, slow-dancing to a bootleg R&B mix on Marcus’s speakers. The old man squinted
Until Leona “Lee” Cross and Benny Morelli decided to break it. white as chalk