Summer was here.  Fang Ho carefully took his shorts out of the storage trunk under the bed and tried them on.

Legs- still disappointingly  spindly and chicken-like.

All those wintery mornings on the exercise equipment in the park obviously hadn’t done a lick of good. He sighed and did up the top button.  They would have to do.

He hoisted his t-shirt up over his soft, rounded belly and went outside. It was poker time outside the AllDays on the corner.