Swim the Fly pp. 219-222 Coop moves to the closet and holds open the door. “Gentleman, please.” He gestures insid e. Sean hurries in. I go next and Coop follows, pulling the door shut behind him, leaving a one-inch slit for us to peer through. “Okay, we need to arrange ourselves f or optimum viewage. Sean, you kneel on the floor. Matt, you stand behind Sean.” Sean and I get into position. “Good,” Coop says. “And I’ll just peek in from the side here. Like this.” Coop stands next to Sean and leans over, his head floating around my chest. We have a pretty good view of the bed. The light Coop turned on does make it easier to see. Now that we’re here, I feel myself getting fired up. “This is gonna be awesome,” Sean says. “We should’ve made some popcorn.” Coop laughs at his own joke. “We should be quiet now,” I say. “Just in case they’re early.” “Okay, Mom,” Coop says. “Hey, Coop, can we switch? My legs are cramping up.” “Suck it up, dude.” Coop swats the top of Sean’s head. “I’m serious,” Sean says. We hear voices down the hall. “Shut up,” Coop orders. “They’re coming.” I hear a guy’s voice getting closer. “Ronnie won’t care.” It sounds slightly familiar. “Are you sure?” A girl who I assume must be Mandy.
