Chapter 417

• “Oh, yeah. ‘Blow off some steam,’” he says pointedly, then makes a crude gesture with his hand and mouth that leave no room for interpretation.
• I hate how there are no secrets in this friendship.
• “Don’t blame me for needing a little fun in my life, grandpa,” I quip as I turn toward my house. “While I go ‘blow off some steam,’ you go ahead and enjoy re-reading your favorite copy of Popular Mechanics before you drink Earl Grey and go to bed before nine.”