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without the services of third baseman Craig Suder, who has been put on the Disabled List. He added that Suder may be out for an extended period. He said that Suder’s pulled hamstring muscle needs complete rest.”
    My son turns and looks at me and then he gets up and goes to his room.
    â€œI should be going,” David says and stands up.
    I see David out and I turn from the door to face Thelma.
    â€œWhy didn’t you tell me?” she wants to know. “I thought you just had tonight off.”
    â€œI just found out when I got to the park.”
    â€œWhat does it mean?”
    â€œNothing. They just want me to rest and get my head together, is all.”
    She looks at me and then she walks away and into the bedroom. I take to looking through the records and I find a Charlie Parker album and it’s got a song on it called “Ornithology” that I remember liking. So, I put this record on and turn up the volume. I listen to this one song maybe a dozen times. I can’t get enough of it. I can’t get past it and I’m really getting caught up in the saxophone solo and I get excited and decide to tackle Thelma.
    I undress and I’m waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. She comes out and sees me naked with an erection and she smiles and walks over to me. She puts her hand on it and just like that, just like somebody turns a valve, I go limp. She throws my pecker down against my thigh and climbs aboard her exerciser and rides off.

Chapter 5
    Martin and I were out in the yard. Daddy pushed his head out of a window of his office and asked us to come in. Daddy’s office was next door to our house. We walked inside and found Daddy standing beside a sorta heavy fella.
    â€œBoys,” Daddy said, “this is Bud Powell.”
    I didn’t know who he was. I just looked up at his smiling face. I liked his face.
    â€œBud Powell, the piano player,” Daddy said. “The famous piano player.”
    I didn’t know who he was, but if Daddy said he was famous, then he was special.
    â€œHello, Mr. Powell,” Martin said.
    Mr. Powell nodded a hello and smiled again.
    I didn’t say anything. I was staring at him with wide-open eyes.
    Bud Powell laughed really loud and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He looked at my face and said, “You remind me of Bird.”
    I moved my eyes to Daddy. Mr. Powell was still holding me by the hair.
    â€œCharlie Parker,” Daddy said to me.
    I didn’t know this name either, but I liked that he’d said I looked like Bird.
    â€œMr. Powell is playing over at Fort Bragg,” Daddy said.
    â€œYou’re not sick?” I asked. He was still holding my head back.
    â€œNaw, I’m okay,” he said.
    â€œMr. Powell,” Daddy said.
    â€œBud.”
    â€œOkay, Bud.” Daddy smiled. “We’re going fishing tomorrow morning and I was wondering if you’d like to join us.”
    â€œAw, gee,” said Mr. Powell. “Thanks a lot for the offer, Doc, but we’re leaving early in the morning for a gig up in New Jersey.”
    â€œWell, maybe next time,” Daddy said. “Why don’t you boys run on along.”
    Mr. Powell let go of my hair and Martin and I went back into the yard.
    â€œI like him,” I said to Martin, looking back at Daddy’s office.
    Martin didn’t say anything. He just started off.
    â€œWhere are you going?” I asked, following him.
    â€œI’m going to shoot sparrows.”
    I stopped. I didn’t go with him.
    The next morning the bell rang and Ma jogged to the door and opened it. It was Mr. Powell and he was confused to see my mother wearing a heavy coat, running in place.
    â€œWho are you?” Ma asked.
    â€œMr. Powell,” I said, running to the door.
    â€œMrs. Suder,” he greeted Ma.
    â€œCome in,” Ma said. “Ben!” she called Daddy.
    â€œHey there, Bird,” Mr. Powell said to