Gavin turned us to face Josh, a satisfied grin springing up when he noticed the condition of Josh's clothes. 'Thanks for the last-minute invitation, man.' Josh chuckled, patting Gavin on the shoulder. 'Shall I do the honors, Mr. Suave?' 'Sure thing, Frodo Baggins. By the way, I hear the Shire has impeccable dinner parties this time of year.' The corners of Gavin's lips twitched and his eyebrows shot up as he gestured to a food stain of some sort near the collar of Josh's white shirt. Josh's chin shot down to follow Gavin's amusement and he quickly tried to wipe away the crumbs. 'Yeah, well ... you know how we hobbits like to eat.
K, boys, it's shirts against skins. Lose 'em, ' Lucy said, pointing to the guys and ignoring Thad. 'I beg your pardon?' Thad said, aghast. 'Why do we have to be skins?' Josh complained. Lucy looked at Erin and they both shrugged and grabbed the hems of their shirts, preparing to haul them over their heads. 'Whoa!' Sable said, covering his eyes immediately. 'Wait, ' Josh, Angelo, and Thad said at the same time. 'Hell, yeah, ' Blaze chimed in. The girls stopped right before they fully exposed their chest. 'What? You guys act like none of you have ever seen a pair of boobs in a bra before. Josh saw mine a few hours ago and I know, for a fact, that three of you have seen hers outside the bra.' Lucy looked pointedly at Thad, Blaze, and Angelo. Erin's head snapped in Josh's direction. 'JOSH!' she screeched, accidentally letting loose a snap of electricity.
Toby smiled and started to speak, but Josh adjusted his hold on Tank and reached back, covering Toby's mouth. "Wait," Grace said. "I think he was going to actually use words." "Yeah, but trust me, you don't want to hear them." Toby pulled Josh's hand away. "Are you my new mommy?" Grace's mouth fell open in shock, and Toby giggled at the sight. "Okay, Tiger," Josh said. "You know I love the sound of your laugh, probably more than any sound in the world, but I will squash you like a grape if you say that to one more woman today.
Does it bother you when you see Daddy kissing Josh?' he asked. Ty shook his head and made a funny face. 'No, not really. I guess you really like him a lot.' 'I do, ' Rex agreed. 'I love Josh.' 'I love Josh too, and so I don't care if you kiss him. But I thought boys only kissed girls.' Rex nodded. 'Yeah, well, that's how it is most of the time, but you know some boys kiss other boys and some girls kiss other girls.' 'Well, I don't wanna kiss no girls!' Ty said emphatically. Rex and Josh both laughed. 'Maybe someday you will, though. If you do, that's fine, and if you don't, that's fine too. For right now, you can just kiss Daddy.' He leaned in and kissed Ty on the forehead.
I figured Josh Daniel or Chris Long would have got it. I'm happy and proud. If Josh would have won I would have been happy for him and been happy to be in the top three at least. I would have called him up and congratulated him. It's an honor and a privilege. They are great players.
Josh wanted to be the one to break the color barrier. When the Dodgers signed Jackie Robinson he knew it was over for him. He wasn't going to make the big leagues, and he also knew that because of his health and his bad knees his career with the Grays was about over. He didn't know what to do with himself. They say a man can't die of a broken heart, and I guess that's true. But I'll tell you this, all of this sure lessened Josh's will to keep going, to keep fighting to stay alive.
St. Clair gets a crush on Anna. He's torn between her and Ellie, and he spends so much time running between them that he hardly has time left for Josh. And the more time that Josh spends alone, the more he realizes how alone he actually is. All of his friends will be gone the next year. Josh grows increasingly antagonistic toward school, which makes Rashmi increasingly antagonistic toward him, which makes him increasingly antagonistic toward her. And she's upset because Elie dropped her as a friend, and Meredith is upset because now St. Clair likes two girls who aren't her, and Anna is upset because St. Clair is leading her on, and then St. Clair's mom gets cancer. It's a freaking soap opera.
I like places like this, " he announced. I like old places too, " Josh said, "but what's to like about a place like this?" The king spread his arms wide. "What do you see?" Josh made a face. "Junk. Rusted tractor, broken plow, old bike." Ahh... but I see a tractor that was once used to till these fields. I see the plow it once pulled. I see a bicycle carefully placed out of harm's way under a table." Josh slowly turned again, looking at the items once more. And i see these things and I wonder at the life of the person who carefully stored the precious tractor and plow in the barn out of the weather, and placed their bike under a homemade table." Why do you wonder?" Josh asked. "Why is it even important?" Because someone has to remember, " Gilgamesh snapped, suddenly irritated. "Some one has to remember the human who rode the bike and drove the tractor, the person who tilled the fields, who was born and lived and died, who loved and laughed and cried, the person who shivered in the cold and sweated in the sun." He walked around the barn again, touching each item, until his palm were red with rust." It is only when no one remembers, that you are truely lost. That is the true death.
My friend Josh Glenn compiles terrific lists of genre novels from the mid-20th century. His latest is a list of the ten best adventure novels of 1966. Josh also includes the cover art of early editions of the books, which are always much better than the art on newer editions. I want to read every book in this list!
Niten's eyes didn't move, but a trace of a smile curled his lips. "I do not need my eyes to tell me where I'm going." "I have no idea what that means," Josh said. "Is it like some sort of ninja trick?" Niten shot Josh a warning look. "Whatever you do, don't mention-" It was too late. In the backseat Aoife stirred. "Ninjas," she spat. "Why is everyone so obsessed with ninjas? They were never that good. And they were cowards, sneaking around in their black pajamas, stabbing their victims with poisoned darts. I hate ninjas-they have no honor.
What do you think he saw?" Damn-I regret the awed way I phrased that and the hushed voice I used. As if I think acid is a "religious" experience, a visionary thing. "Himself, " Josh says. "You always see your true self on acid. You just usually see more than you want to see. So it all seems disorted." See what I mean? He's not your normal stoner. The guy should become a poet, a psychologist, a scientist. We pull up near Greg's house and stare at it like it's a damn fortress. "You don't think he needs to go to the hospital?" I ask. "Nope, " Josh says. "For a while, I thought maybe, yeah. But he's good now, he's off it, he's not hallucinating anymore." "You're sure?" "Yeah." "'Cuz you can die on LSD-" "That's such anti-drug propaganda bullshit, Dan, " Josh interrupts. "Nobody's ever died from an LSD overdose. Ever. As long as you keep people from doing stupid things while they're tripping, it's all good man, man. Why do you think I babysat him?" He reaches into the backseat and punches my shoulder. "LSD isn't your dad's smack. So stop worrying." I scrunch down in the seat. How'd he know about that? "Right. What's the plan?" "I'd ask him if ther was a key hidden under a rock, " Josh says, "but he's not gonna be much help. Watch." He pokes Greg in the leg, prods him on the shoulder, grabs his cheeks and smushes them together, the way parents do to a baby, and says, " Ootchi googi Greggy, did ums have a good trippy? Did ums find out itty-bitty singies about oos-self zat oos didn't likeums?" Yup... Greg was in his own little world...
Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?' 'Is there a point to this?' 'Please, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?' 'Horror. Why?' 'No reason, ' I sighed as I slouched back in the chair. 'And would you stop that! Please? It's distracting, ' she said as she slammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring. I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over my chest. 'What's with you today?' Her tone was saturated with distaste. 'Nothing.' 'Well, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong, ' she retorted. 'Go ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.' I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. It had been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it. Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on other things.
She's in the Catskill, " Shopie began, but Scathach reached over and pinched her hand. "Ouch!" I just wanted to distract you, " Scathach explained. "Don't even think about Black Annis. There are some names that should never be spoken aloud." That like saying don't think of elephants, Josh said, "and then all you can think about is elephants." Then let me give you something else to think about, " Scathach said softly. "There are two police officers in the window staring at us. Don't look, " she added urgently. Too late. Josh turned to look and whatever crossed his face-shock, horror, guilt or fear-bought both officers racing into the cafe, one pulling his automatic from its holster, the other speaking urgently into his radio as he drew his baton.