James was considerably less excited than Mao was. He had just spent twenty minutes digging through his sister's old shit to find a hula hoop (a bright pink one at that), and he had felt awkward as hell shoving it into the back seat of his car. He wondered if the neighbors now though that the Bakers had not only a drug dealing son but a flaming gay one. Well, good. Maybe they'd stop coming over so often.
When he reached Mao's house, he jerked the hoop out of the car and knocked on the front door, hoping he wasn't going to have to deal with Mao's older brother. How exactly was he supposed to explain the hoop? Well, honestly, saying that Mao had asked for it would probably be enough. Mao was in a world of his own most of the time.