He loved the Fourth of July block party, when the whole East end converged for a day and night of games and music and grilled chicken and sweet-potato pie and dancing until the last firecracker, and then some.
He loved joining all the colors at the vacant lot and playing the summer days away.
And the man was croaking, ranting, not to maniac now but to the people.
The rest of the spectators watched maniac poke and tug and pick at the knot.
The mother came lumbering over, nodding, as if it to confirm: "A kid."
Grayson had a way of jumping into a subject without warning; it was during Maniac's dessert that he abruptly said , "Them black people, they eat mashed potatoes, too?"