No, there’d be no running away for Mr. Small’s little boy.
Oh, well. I couldn’t leave Dad anyway. What would he do without me?
I climbed back into my room, replaced the screen and closed the window. Once my backpack was emptied and my books were back in it, I got ready for bed.
And then a thought hit me. How the heck had Adam known my name?
* * * *
When I woke the next morning, it was to find I’d grown an inch and there was a narrow line of hair growing from just below my belly button down to my d**k.
* * * *
That weekend, I told Dad I was going for a run to try out my new Nikes, and he just smiled and nodded.
I did run, but only as far as the bus stop, where I caught the 5A that would drop me off about a quarter mile from my Uncle Phil’s small cottage.
As I jogged up the curved w
