Every Boy Should Have a Man

11 Red Locks

Now listen, Red Locks,” the boy told his female man. “I’m going to read something I wrote about you.”

“About me?”

He showed her the paper. “I wrote it for school.”

“Why me?”

“Because I love you,” he said. “You are my favorite thing in the whole world.”

“Then by all means, you should read it to me,” she said.

The boy began to read.

And she listened, enraptured.