Fiction | September 01, 1993
Blue Boy
Kevin Canty
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The summer he was seventeen, Kenny was given a job as a lifeguard at a leafy, brick-and-ivy racquet club, in the money belt just beyond the city limits. Rising at six every morning, he would usually find his father asleep on the sofa, mornign new or exercise on the television, a last, unfinished high ball on floor beside him. Covering his father with a lavender chenille bedspread, a bedspread decorated with little lines and popcorn balls of cotton, Kenny would eat his cornflakes at the coffee table, watching television. It was just the two of them that summer.
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