When I was a teenager, my mother had a friend, a children's talent manager. He was bright, well read, and effortlessly charming. He also had a pool. We didn't. On hot weekend days, we'd frequently go over to his house and lounge poolside.
We were never the only people there. "David's" (not his real name) clients were always around. Most were from out of state, so at any given time, two to four of them were living in the house, so as to be available for work. In the years I visited his pool, David's clients came and went, but there was always an eerie interchangeable sameness about them. They were between the ages of about twelve and sixteen. They were pleasant, clean-cut, and kind of quiet. They were always boys.
READ MORE 
No comments:
Post a Comment