Aiden weighed 104 pounds and the gap between his front teeth seemed to widen every time he checked with his tongue. He had a place that belonged to him in a private and warm way: Byhalia, Mississippi.
They finished the dam during my last year of high school. Adam Kyle’s older brother was encased within that dam, his bones pulsating with baritone frequencies whenever they ran big water.
Frankie Thomas was a kid we all knew, a kid we all picked on at recess because he was slow and fat and lousy at kickball.