Gisbo said, feeling the side of his jaw.“I got an idea. How ‘bout you don’t open it for a change?” Grandfield said as he crammed half a sugar roll in his mouth.“I’m not even going to mention the irony here,” Gisbo said.“Hey! I watch my calories, you know! I work out so I can eat. I have purpose! What? What do all of you do it for? Just work out to look good? Screw that! I look good enough! Anaka asked ME to the dance after all!” Grandfield said.“Right, that, and so your ring doesn’t start hurting again,” Gisbo said.“Damn this ring! And don’t worry. You’ll get your chance to punch Malik’s lights out, but I’m hoping I’ll get the chance first. I’ll never forget what he did to Kinny. Just the way her face looked after he kept hitting her, it was like, the top of a pizza or something . . .” Grandfield said, shuddering. He suddenly looked at the other half of his sugar roll and tossed it aside. “Suddenly, I’m not so hungry.”“Grandfield . . . how long is your dad going to keep us waiting?”
