my mother was there during the day maybe thirty-minutes, having a job at the local department store, so it was up to us and the dark nanny to be good when she wasn’t there during summer. he knew that i’d be down on the corner after homework. i found them and pulled them to my waist, and as i struggled to my feet my friend caught my arm saying, “he can do it again….just relax, he’s not going to hurt you! they followed me hastily down the well-worn path to the edge of the clearing……i’d never forgotten, and i wanted them to make sense of the late-night mayhem in our house after Viola had gone-away…..after the doors to their bedroom shut. this, my usual, was for all of that to have been on his fingers by now, and i had grown accustomed to the predictability of us. my guts turned to jelly as i watched my friend grin and nod, him waving to me to come over.
