We all picked on Zeke at school, His name, dress, stammer, posture, anything was fair game. He hated us and eventually his parents home schooled him and he vanished from sight.
I found out he became a Navy Seal and learned all sorts of things during his three tours in Iraq. When he returned home he lived in his late parents house. It was about that time that suspicious fires sprang up in lots, alleys, abandoned houses, and dumpsters. No one is saying anything aloud, but we know who to suspect.
I have begun wearing fireproof outer garments and watching my back. You see, I was the one who applied Gorilla Glue to Zeke's butt crack while others held him down way back when.
I sense talking things out is not one of his strategies.
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