“OK, Bones. I’ll take the bowl with less. Let’s go.”

I pulled out my first blue Loop, crunched on it, dropped my voice as low as I could, and said, “Loop.”

Bones came right back at me with a Mickey Mouse voice. “Loop.”

When we both were at the bottom of our bowls, the game started to get nerve-racking—underwear in the rain . . . the stakes were high. Thankfully, my instincts were dead-on. I had five blue Loops left, and Bones was rummaging around in his bowl but finally had to come up empty.

It was all over. I finished off my bowl, and Bones poured his back. Without any argument, we headed to the garage for his run around the house.

He stripped down to his underwear. The goon was wearing polka-dotted boxers that were way too big for him. He looked like a toothpick wearing clown shorts. I couldn’t help but laugh, thinking how ridiculous he was going to look running around the house in those boxers in the rain.

Then I looked at Bones more closely. Whatever cancer medicine he had to take was making him look like he hadn’t eaten in days. The rain was coming down hard now, and it was hitting the garage roof so loudly I could barely think.

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