CHAPTER FOUR
I first met Wyatt in high school. I was one of those guys who sits in the back and tries to be invisible, not nerdy enough to be bully bait, but too fumble fingered to be a jock and too working class for anybody’s in crowd. I like to read, and English class sort of came natural to me, so I did all right in social studies, though science and math were subjects I avoided whenever possible. The English teacher volunteered me to tutor Wyatt. That was fine with me because it kept me out of Phys Ed. I managed to get Wyatt through high school, although he never really got a handle on the printed word. Along the way we got to be buds.
We were together so much; Wyatt and I often got kidded about being butthole buddies. He just laughed along with everybody else. There were a dozen gal
