Warrior Angel by Robert Lipsyte

Warrior Angel by Robert Lipsyte

Author:Robert Lipsyte [Lipsyte, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-02-08T13:00:00+00:00


13

ONCE SONNY FELT the heat rising up his legs, the blood running free through loosening muscles, he could imagine toxins draining out of his body and the darkness slipping out of his mind. He always felt better when he was running, best of all on a crisp morning when the run was the start of a training day. He had a plan, he was in control. He knew what he was doing.

He could hear Starkey, hunched under his backpack, wheezing along behind him on the battered old gym bike, towels and water bottles in the basket, squeaking along a slalom course of garbage and broken bottles and ruptured concrete on the fifteen blocks down to Central Park. His steering was a little erratic, but he was pedaling steadily enough to keep up.

Been a while since I had someone I liked on the chase bike behind me, he thought. A long time since I opened up the way I did last night. Warrior Angel? More like the president of the Sonny Bear Fan Club. That’s cool. Just be careful. These touchy-feely types like to get into your head, and once they get in, they’re hard to get out. They want to wake up all the sleeping dogs, make you think about all the things you don’t want to think about.

He thought about Alfred. Be hard to just pick up the phone and call him.

The sounds of the city faded as they moved deeper into the park. The horns and the sirens and the car alarms grew distant. There were moments he could imagine himself back on the Res. When Jake was alive.

Someone else he didn’t want to think about.

“Angel!” He waved Starkey alongside and grabbed a plastic water bottle out of the bike basket. “How you doing?”

“Fine,” Starkey gasped. Sonny lifted the bottle to hide his grin. “How many…miles…you run?”

“Don’t know. Forty-five minutes good, like a twelve-round fight. You need to wear that backpack?”

“I do.” He said it sharply, a flicker of panic in his eyes.

Sonny shrugged, then tossed the bottle back into the basket and surged ahead.



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