No one asked him to do it. No one would have even thought to suggest it. But afterward none us could say we were surprised. It was the kind of thing that Donny did, we all said. So was showing up for breakfast at the Merritt bald as an peeled egg. So was leaving all those clumps on his bathroom tile. His mother came over two weeks later and pitched a fit, then grabbed the broom and dustpan. In that two week span he complained of a chill and wore a red stocking cap, but the mat of vellus hair on his chest and back soon returned. I suppose it says something about the rest of us that no one ever asked Donny why he did it.

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