Save Us From the Experts

The experts were angry at first, but by the time they thought to invite me to the party all three were livid. Three men were backed up on three walls, bodies crossed, minds set, angry faces, helping not a bit. I took a deep breath, knowing it would be a hundred times easier if I made them go, Because I knew it was a man who tormented him, a man who cracked the belt on his body. Knowing it would not work, wishing someone had thought to come for me thirty minutes earlier. These experts were determined to handle this child who was now backed into a corner, baring his teeth. I had never seen him this way, and I had seen him more than any other child in the school. I asked him what he wanted, and he threw a cup at me. I had to hold my smile in, knowing him. The angry faces seemed larger, and more threatening now, so I knew they did not get him, like I did. After dancing, and singing, and trying to whistle, because that is what he asked me to do, He came to me, put out his hand and we skipped away from the prying eyes of the experts Who now reminded us both of our tormenters because of silent, angry telltale in and out buttons of their cheeks. Sometimes it is better to be an amateur forgiver with an open heart, and a sense of humor. Being an expert is not what it is cracked up to be.