Stony got up and walked around the room. Behind him, Derek tried to make Tyrone look at his ravaged legs. Stony leaned against the window overlooking Bronx Park and tried to space out, counting the number of people walking or biking along the curved pathways.

"Hey! Hey! De Coco!" Stony turned around and leaned against the sill. "You ever been on a farm?" Derek wheeled himself in a circle.

Stony returned to the folding chair. "Nah."

"I'm gonna milk the cows, and feed the chickens, man." Derek stopped wheeling.

Tyrone sat holding his stomach, looking like he'd just drunk cod-liver oil.

"Wait, hold on. Your mother comes down an' visits you!"

"Only once. She ain't supposed to, but she slip down las' week. I was sleepin' an' I wake up one mornin' and she jus' standin' over mah bed, man, she jus' standin' there. Ah jus' start screamin' an' Mrs. Le Pietro runs in an' drags my mama out there. I screamin' for hours, man. Mrs. Le Pietro gotta gimme a needle, man, an' I ain't got no diabeanies, I jus' go back to sleep an' I wakes up again an' everything cool."

Stony exhaled through his mouth and shook his head. "I remember once when I was five my mother made me touch a hot iron because I broke a window kickin' a football in my room."

Derek laughed.

"You lose the football?" Tyrone asked.

"That thing hurt like a bitch." Stony shook his hand as if to cool off the burn.

Derek asked, "You play football, man?"

"Well, yeah. I played for three years in high school."

"You ever on TV?" Tyrone asked.

"One time, when we was playin' Christ the King for the championship. We lost."

"You ever on 'Get Christy Love'?"

"Who?"

"She a cop, she fox-yy." Derek rolled his eyes.

Tyrone snickered.

"Tyrone! What you laughin' at? Man, Christy Love come in here an' take her clos' off you run the other way!"

Tyrone giggled, "Shut up!"

"I dream once, man, Christy Love come inna my room, man, an' take me in a convertible. An' we drivin' down to my granma's farm in South Carolina."

"My granma live in Newark," Tyrone said. "You know where that at?"

"New Jersey." Stony was still trying to place the name Christy Love.

"But she come in every Sunday for Reverend Ike, you know him?"

"Sort of."

"He a ba-ad preacher, man. My granma come in wit' all her frens an' they all dress up and go to see him. One time she took me. I wore this nice suit, man, it light blue except the pockets. They dark blue." Tyrone ran his hands down his sides as he talked. "We all sit in this big gold movie house and all these ol' ladies what look like my granma they all start yellin' an' jumpin' aroun' when Ike come out." Tyrone laughed. "You know what he tell them? He say, 'Give yo'se'ves a big bear hug,' an' my granma and all her frens they hug theyse'ves an' go, 'Mmm.' I start laughin' an' my granma smack me."