Little Butt and the Behemoth 42: Jonah and Goliath

(“I can trust you with this information, now that you’re both members of the club,” Dr. Klein says slowly, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a framed black and white photograph lovingly wrapped in red silk fabric. The look in his eyes is faraway, as if he were remembering a distant and painful past. With trembling hands he unwraps it and holds the yellowed photograph up for us to see.)

“Why, that’s you, Dr. Klein!,” I exclaim. “Cute!”

“Sweet photo,” Joey says admiringly, moving in for a closer look.

The glowing face of a very young man with dark hair beams out at us from the center of the yellowed photo. Behind him stands a far larger man, leaning over his arms wrapped protectively around young Dr. Klein. “That’s me,” he says wistfully. “Jonah. And that’s my Goliath behind me.”