Chapter 9
“Wow, I sure hope this Xavier guy knows how lucky he is,” Kyle said, walking into the kitchen. He drank out of purple plastic bottle and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Look at this. You’re rolling dough and everything.”
Physio makes you happio, was what his purple T-shirt read today.
Sleeves rolled up, Billy kneaded the tough dough. “How’s Francis doing?” he asked, a little out of breath.
“Much better. He’s taking a little nap. He’s numero uno. Thanks to my—”
“Easio physio.” Billy laughed and placed the pizza dough under a damp cloth. “Where do you get these T-shirts, anyway?”
Kyle looked down at his sculpted chest. “I make them. These are all my ideas. It’s my brand.”
“Oh, that’s so great.”
“Yeah, well, they may be a little corny, but people remember me and t
