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girl. I wasn't allowed to have much in the way of sideburns, either.
No son of mine's gonna traipse around looking like a hood. Thanks to
him, I hardly had enough hair to' bother combing. But it was mussed
and matted dmvn with sweat, so I combed it anyway--making sure my
"part" was straight as a razor, then giving the front a little curly
flip.

After that, I grabbed my wallet off. the dresser, shoved it into a
back

pocket of my jeans, hurried to the closet and pulled a short-sleeved
shirt off its hanger. I put it on while I hurried downstairs.

Rusty and Slim were waiting on the porch.

I finished fastening my buttons, then opened the screen door. "Where
we going?" I asked. "You'll see," Slim said.

I shut the door and followed my friends down the porch stairs. Rusty
was wearing an old shirt and blue jeans. That's pretty much what we
all wore when we weren't dressed up for school or church. You hardly
ever caught guys our age wearing shorts. Shorts were for little kids,
old farts, and girls.

Slim was wearing shorts. They were cut-off blue jeans, so faded they
were almost white, with frayed denim dangling and swaying like fringe
around her thighs. She also wore a white T-shirt. It was big and
loose and untucked, so it hung over her butt in the back. Her white
swimsuit top showed through the thin fabric. It was a skimpy, bikini
type thing that tied behind her back and at the nape of her neck. She
was wearing it instead of a bra. It was probably more comfortable than
a bra, and definitely more practical.

Mostly, in the summer, we all wore swimsuits instead of underwear. You
never knew when you might end up at the municipal pool or at the river
... or even when you might get caught in a downpour.

I had my trunks on under my jeans that morning. They were sort of
soggy with sweat from the lawn mowing, and they dinged to my butt as I
walked down the street with Rusty and Slim.

"So what's the plan?" I asked after a while.

Slim looked at me and hoisted an eyebrow. "Stage one's already been
executed."

"Huh?" I asked.

"We freed you from the chains of oppression."