Big News
Hey Dick guess what?
Guess what?
Guess what?
The seven-year old identical boy twins from across the street have stopped my father.
Mom and my twin and I and Pat, the boy twins’ mother have been sitting in the grass, talking.
My dad, who never listens to children, stops and looks interested.
They yell in unison, “Mommy does not have any underpants on!”
Pat jumps up and runs home.
Her face is as red as a stoplight.
Not any more red than my father’s.
An innocent time.
I was twelve, and I have never forgotten this.
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