Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 5

"Come on, Jakey!" Milton Dunn said, running as fast as his pencil-thin legs would carry him.

I was running behind as the fruit stand owner chased after us.

"Come back here, you little hooligans!"

Milton had snatched two oranges from a fruit stand a few blocks from the apartment building where we lived.

We outran the portly fruit peddler and wound up sitting on a fire escape looking down at a dirty alley, two ten-year-olds peeling their purloined oranges and eating them.

"This is wrong," I said.

Milton chuckled, "You are such a girl, Jakey! A girl!"