he half-sat on the workbench , pulling the child over him - together , the skin of his chest on the bare skin of jonathon 's back , they breathed , shallow at first like uncontrollable sobs but loosening , deepening , slowing , and anson whispered softly the only tune that came to mind : i'mmmmmm a liiiiittle nervousssss 'bout what you 'll think when yoooou seeeeee me in myyyyyyy swimming trunks and laaaast night new yooooork i got raging drunk remembeeeeer one time i gooooot raging drunk with you the boy 's body was limp .