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work?”
    “Haven’t tried it yet.”
    “Are you going to try it on Devin?”
    “Nah, I’m getting tired of trying stuff on him. He’s too easy. You tell him bell-bottoms have come back, he jumps on a chair and screams like a woman.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll try it on Mrs. Sanchez, I don’t know.” He leaned back in his chair, yawned and stretched, rubbed the back of his neck with one paint-stained hand. “I’ve been doing this since about seven-thirty this morning. My neck feels like his looks,” he said, nodding at the head on the table. He stood. “I didn’t eat any breakfast. Wanna get some lunch?”
    “Sure, sounds good. But there’s something I thought you’d like to do with me first.”
    “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
    “Well...it’s a long story.”
    “Sounds mysterious.”
    “Not really. I’ll tell you in the car.”
    Carter rolled his eyes. “You writers. Everything’s gotta be a story. I’ve gotta take a shower and change clothes.”
    They left the attic and went down the narrow stairs. In the hall, Carter lumbered along beside Adam and asked, “Hey, got any plans for tonight? There’s a showing of the 1936 Flash Gordon serial. All thirteen chapters, back to back.”
    “Is that the one with the flying dildos with sparklers stuck up their—”
    “Hey! It was the Star Wars of its time! Those effects were state of the art!”
    Adam laughed. “You special effects guys. Always defending your flying dildos.”
    While Carter took a shower, Adam sat on the end of his bed and played a game on Carter’s Playstation.
    Carter Brandis stood six feet, three inches tall and weighed well over three hundred pounds. Even though he had an ample belly, he looked imposing and powerful rather than sloppily fat. At least, that was how he looked to people who did not know him. If you knew him as well as Adam did, you knew there was not an ounce of imposing flesh on his genuinely large bones.
    Even back in the third grade, Carter had been overweight, and had been picked on mercilessly by the other kids, which was probably why Adam—who had always been picked on for being scrawny—had approached him during recess one day and introduced himself. From junior high to graduation, Adam gained on his classmates in height but remained skinny. Carter, on the other hand, sprouted until he towered over all the other students and most of his teachers, but he got fatter as well.
    Carter’s biggest problem was exercise, because he got very little, if any at all. He was sedentary, spent most of his time working in the attic. But even before he had begun his expensive hobby, he had never been active, preferring to watch a movie, read a book, or just sit and talk to doing anything physical.
    Adam often asked Carter to join him for a swim, a brisk walk, or a game of tennis, but he always refused. Adam did not want to be like so many other people—“You really should lose some weight, Carter,” and, “You need some exercise, big guy,”—and tell Carter what he should do. He knew Carter was as sensitive as he. But Adam was concerned for his friend’s health.
    Since being with Gwen the day before, when she had told him he needed to work out because he was scrawny, Adam had been thinking, and the thinking had developed into a plan, and the plan had led him to Carter’s house. He was pretty sure it would not work, but decided to try it anyway.
    Carter entered the room wearing a robe and carrying a towel. “Have you ever seen Mimi Rogers naked?”
    “No, she wouldn’t take her clothes off, the bitch. But she gives great head.” Adam kept playing the video game.
    “Smartass.” He threw the towel over his head and briskly scrubbed at his wet, dirty-blonde hair. “I saw her in some movie on Skinemax late last night. Full Body Massage. Ever seen it?”
    “I’ve seen the box in the video store. Any good?”
    “Who cares?” Carter said as he started to get dressed. “I mean, I don’t even remember what it was