Steve had suggested I call his older brother Randy. I used to say hi to Randy in passing, but we didn’t really know each other. He was the loner type who didn't seem to make friends easily.
I remember thinking that day, a Thursday, how odd it was that he wasn't more popular like me and Steve since Randy shared Steve’s Greek god perfect body. I know it sounds kind of mean, but I figured if I couldn’t be with Steve until he came back, at least I could spend time with Randy and that would remind me of Steve.
"Yo, Randy? Yeah, man, it’s Joey," I said with my mostly natural tough guy Italian voice.
"Steve’s on vacation," he said automatically.
"I know, um, I was wondering if you want to come over to my house today. Maybe for a swim. They said on TV it would be in the 90’s."
"Me?" he
