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Sworn to secrecy, she told me it had been a long time..
as we sat swinging in a hammock in the late day sun.

'What., are you sayin' you never did it?'

I thought what my mom would do if she caught me, and replied
'brought up different I guess'.

She leaned back into the netting, perhaps chewing on what I said..
half her face streaked in sunlight.  

Suddenly aware of her leg touching mine. So warm...
My cotton red racing striped trunks from Sears, with a secret webbed key pocket..her faded OshKosh B'Gosh bibs she wore all summer except on Sundays.

(Sundays were saved for wearing that white & pink pleated Victorian get up she so detested; a gift from her Grandma bought from Macy's mail order catalog)

She ribbed me with her right elbow, as she jumped clear of our swing.. 
when her mom yelled 'time for supper Kat!' from the front porch. 

But she turned back with that dangerous look I'd learned, leaned in close, and licked across all her teeth.

'Milk's colder and better ya know..
drunk straight from the carton.'

She ran inside letting the screen door go with a full slam..!

I thought about all the times we watched Jonny Quest at her house, 
eatin' our Quisp or Kaboom with that milk..., and smiled.

I kept Kat's secret safe..,'til just now anyway.

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