Uncle Mike? What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice coming out a little higher and shakier than I wanted it to, my heart starting to pound hard in my chest as I pulled the door open a bit wider to let him in.
There he was, standing right there in the hallway of my crappy off-campus apartment building, the light from the bulb above casting shadows on his face, making him look even taller and broader than I remembered, his shoulders so wide they almost touched both sides of the doorframe, and that grin on his face, the one that always made me feel like he could read every dirty thought running through my head.
He was my dad’s best friend, had been for as long as I could remember, the guy who used to toss me around when I was a kid, but now, after everything we’d been doing over the pho
