“It’s a game that best played by people who know each other and not with people you just met,” Jamal said pointedly, glaring at James.
“Say what you have to say to keep your job,” James joked.
“Has playing with a newbie ever worked out well?” Jamal asked seriously.
James spread his big hands, shrugging. “Fair enough, dude.”
I looked at James’s hands. They were big and strong, maybe bigger than Jamal’s, and I suddenly remembered giggling high school rumors about how you could tell the size of a guy by the size of his hands. I looked from one big black stud to the next and realized I would never have a better chance to test that old wives’ tale. “I want to play. Where should we go?”