PINTA PARADE

 

 

That  night I phone Best. David is telling me all about band competitions he is attending. He is telling me about playing under the lights during Friday night football games. He is telling me About the hot freshman flute player who sits next top him on the bus and commented that he has really well groomed fingernails.

“Manual’s pretty cool too. We have our first official Cross-Country race Tuesday. I can't wait..”

I ask Best if he ever sees Hale. He says that him and Hale aren’t exactly in the same social circle, although he tells me that he thinks he spotted him once at lunch.

"By the way, did you ever call Renae.”

“Yeah, I called her last week. Her mom answered the phone.”

‘Debbie?” Dave says addressing her mom by her first name.

“Yeah, I guess. She seemed really friendly.  Renae wasn’t there. Her mom said that she was watching her dad go sky-diving.”

“Larry.”

“Who?"

Larry’s the dad’s name.

“Her parents are really cool. They want you to call them by their first names even though they are adults. They are really hip. You should get to know them”

I tell him yeah. I tell him I will call Renae back soon.

“There’s some really cool girls at Manual though. There’s one named Angelina Lighthouse. Just beautiful creatures.”

 

 

Dave nods his head and says right.

“Are they black?”

 

“Some of them are black but it really doesn't matter. They are beautiful though. They really are.”

Dave says that there are only two black boys who go to Limestone and they both play basketball.