Summer was here. Fang Ho carefully took his shorts out of the storage trunk under the bed and tried them on.
Legs- still disappointingly spindly and chicken-like.
All those wintery mornings on the exercise equipment in the park obviously hadn’t done a lick of good. He sighed and did up the top button. They would have to do.
He hoisted his t-shirt up over his soft, rounded belly and went outside. It was poker time outside the AllDays on the corner.
