THE PRODUCER PART 2

THE PRODUCER PART 2

John and he shook.

He seemed plenty nice, cordial, even cracked a smile a few times. His mild stutter didn't break the momentum of the conversation.

Once he left the room, Kat informed John of Abraham's disabilities, none too severe. And they seemed to matter little, given how big a place he had won their hearts.

He had won plenty of other things as well.

"Surprised he didn't volunteer to show you all of his trophies," Kat gushed. "He's usually a big showoff..."

John was there the day Abraham rolled the second 300 game of his bowling career.

"Tell, me Kat. I felt weird asking. But is Abraham...black?" John gently asked of the light-skinned, young man, just wanting to clarify.

"His mother was white, but his dad was black," Kat easily informed John, the entire group nestled into a pair of tables behind the bowling lanes, as they watched the competition.

"That would explain his athletic prowess," Chandler, a friend of the family, chimed in, not trying to add to any stereotypes but just stating his opinion.

Kat giggled.

"You should see him at basketball. Basketball, baseball, track - he's good at everything," she went on. "It just so happens bowling is his favorite."

Strike after strike, the cheers for Abraham grew louder and louder.

Chandler came back to the house with Kat and John after the group munched on pizza and wings at the bowling alley, celebrating Abraham's latest accomplishment.

"Abraham's the coolest dude in the world," Chandler impressed upon John. "A legend, an absolute legend..."

Kat let go a hearty laugh.

"He didn't want to show John all of his trophies though, Chand," Kat said to her friend.

"Puff, wait till he shows you his biggest trophy," Chandler said offhand.

"Oh fuck," Kat recoiled, albeit with a chuckle. "Sorry, John...inside joke..."

"No worries," John replied.

Kat couldn't wait. She loved showing off Abraham to friends so much so that she took John into Abraham's room one day when the resident landscaper was at his other job.

It was more than John had bargained for.

John was expecting maybe a shelf or two of trophies. Instead, he was greeted with a universe of shiny treasures, multiple shelves and cabinets filled with plaques, accolades and ribbons.

"Holy crap," he couldn't help but say.

"That's our local legend for you," Kat said.

MAY 7, 1986: THAT DAY AT GUTTER BALLS SPORTS BAR...

"We...," Kat boldly announced, over the various cheers and shouts, "are celebrating John's six months with the team."

Beer mugs clanged and shots went down.

It was a jolly - and very intoxicated - group.

"And sales are up," Kat added, "so, yippy!"

Everyone was starting to feel a bit warm and fuzzy.

"Hey, where's Abraham?" Chandler pondered aloud.

"Chand, he's working, out on the lanes," Kat said. "And after that, he's practicing..."

Another round of shots went down.

"This is the first time I really got drunk since...Abraham's 30th," the heavy-set Bob Litovitz said.

"Now, that was a night," Kat commented.

"Yeah," Chandler chuckled, "the birthday boy went streaking..."

John was caught a bit off guard.

"John," Mary Ellen said, her face flushed, a smile breaking, looking directly at the personal assistant, "Abraham ran around the house completely nude."

"It was Chandler that dared him!" Kat jumped in.

Bob Litovitz, downing a few more hot wings, admitted he put Abraham up to it as well.

Certainly, a nice night of hijinks, so it sounded.

"One thing you need to know about Abraham, bit of an exhibitionist,"

Paige said with wide-eyed enthusiasm and delight.

Before John could even recover...

"Yeah, and the other thing you need to know..." Bob boldly began...
Kat simply smiled, feeling it was pointless to hold back any information at this point. She let it pour forth.

"John, look at me," said Sue discreetly, fighting back chuckles,

"Abraham might have like...the world's largest dick."

John had just been hit with a lightning bolt. This news, given to him by Kat's middle daughter, had his heart racing and his stomach in a tizzy.

To be continued