Larry Dunn was king of the kindergarten to fourth grade only because Byron didn’t care about them. Larry was the king of Clark . . . but Byron was a god.
We went to the store to get change and Larry Dunn got back the fifty cents he lost and I got to keep the other fifty that got hooked up with Larry’s. I knew if it wasn’t for Byron being my big brother Larry would have said something like “Since my fifty cents found this other fifty cents and they hooked up to make this here buck I’m gonna keep the whole thing You know the rules, finders keepers, losers weepers.”
“Mr.Alums would like you to read a few passages from Langston Hughes.”
Finally, Byron gave me some good advice. He noticed that when I talked to people I squinched my lazy eye kind of shut or that I’d put my hand on my face to cover it. “Look, man,” he told me,“if you don’t want people to look at your messed-up eye you just gotta do this.” Byron made me stand still and look straight ahead, then he stood on my side and told me to look at him.
“Don’t you pay no mind to them little fools, they ain’t happy lest they draggin’ someonedown.”Then he had to add,“Y’all just sit next to Poindexter, he don’t bother no one.”