Jojo flicked on the light to his room and saw the neatly folded laundry of boxer shorts, jockey shorts, T-shirts, socks, and swimwear on his bed. When he was younger, his laundered clothes would have been neatly tucked away in the dresser, or hung in the closet. Since adolescence he had banned anyone from putting things in his dresser. No one questioned why he insisted on putting away his own freshly washed clothes for him, but then again everyone respected the fact that Jojo as a teenager wanted privacy. In reality, Jojo didn’t want anyone to discover bodybuilding magazines and torn pages from the Vanity Fair article on Brad Pitt, the one that had pictures of him emerging from the Pacific, drenched in water, his chiseled chest exposed, stuck between his underwear and his socks.
He could
