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“My father was an asshole,” Benny said, calm and clear. “No offense.”

The “oil it up” part came from Marcus. “You can’t have a pool party without the grease,” he said, pulling out ten bottles of baby oil. “Old-school. Like the mixtape covers.” the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up

He took the shotgun off his arm. Leaned it against a tree. “My father was an asshole,” Benny said, calm and clear

So they planned it for the solstice. The hottest day of the year. Lee brought her cousins from Detroit—Darnell and his wife Tisha, plus their cousin Marcus, who DJ’d on the side. Benny brought his sister Gina and her husband Paulie, plus a dozen guys from the shop: Vietnamese, Mexican, Irish, all grease-stained and grinning. Someone hauled a grill. Someone else brought a cooler full of Negro Modelo and cheap rosé. “Old-school

Until Leona “Lee” Cross and Benny Morelli decided to break it.

Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”

The invitation said nothing more than “The Pit. Summers. Oil it up.”