The older boys were gathered around a hole in the yard that hadn't been there the day before.
"Or indeed, the day before that," Wilson added as he eased his way into the group.
"What are you doing here?" Nicky, tall, blond, lean, with a devil-may-care insouciance evident even in his prepubescent years, demanded of the younger boy.
"Hold on," Brutus interrupted, stepping forward. "Maybe he knows something."
"What I know wouldn't fit in my pants," Wilson sassed, then put his finger to the bridge of his nose. "No, wait," he urged, "I said that wrong."
