Dean had watched Billy play high school basketball the past winter.
This year there was something to cheer about with Billy Langstrom.
I tried to make a photographer out of my godson Billy, but I'm afraid at his age there are a lot more interesting things to do, and they all have female names.
"I don't like to spread rumors," Westlake continued, "but his mother tells me our Billy is going to be a father."
The young man sulked in, humbled in hoops by high school star Billy Langstrom.
You've got that right, Dean thought remembering Cynthia's reaction to Billy Langstrom's similar situation—words he was certain she'd now wish she'd never spoken.
He couldn't help but compare the situation to Billy Langstrom's.
He hoped Billy and his betrothed had something.
First that Billy, than my own son!
Cynthia's speech about Billy Langstrom seemed as old as the Gettysburg Address, but far less remembered.
Young Billy Langstrom came by for Pumpkin, his newfound friend, announced by the absence of a muffler on his bright red Jeep.
Billy Langstrom, behind the wheel of a red Jeep similar to but older than Deans', honked from across the street.
If Billy didn't have her locked up, I'd take a shot myself!
I'll ask Billy Langstrom.
"By the sound of it, Billy didn't use condoms," Cynthia muttered.
Pumpkin's friend Billy might have heard.
I wanted to ask Billy about teenage partying.
"I'll tell Billy you want to talk to him, when I see him tomorrow—if he's still talking to me," Pumpkin said.
"I hope it works for Billy Langstrom's girlfriend," Cynthia said.
Fred was already gone and Brandon Westlake presided over breakfast court with Pumpkin Green, rehashing the good old days until the young man's eyes glazed and with mumbled excuses, he retreated to find his partner in combat Billy Langstrom.
He wanted to make sure he had time to hook up with Billy Langstrom and question the young man, whom he knew would be there.
He kept an eye out for Billy Langstrom, whom he still hoped to talk to, but he spotted neither him nor Pumpkin Green in the crowd.
He'd be at the head of the hose, like Pumpkin and Billy Langstrom over there.
He changed the subject by pointing out Brandon Westlake standing near the boys, his arm about Billy, as with animated motions he seemed to be giving last-minute instructions.
It was impossible for Dean to get close enough to Billy to question him.
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free, That's the way for Billy and me.
But this I know, I love to play In the meadow, among the hay-- Up the water, and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me.
First, Tommy Jones whispered to Billy Brown and was at once called out to stand on the floor.
Within less than two minutes, Billy saw Mary Green whispering, and she had to take his place.