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Manny, our neighbor, pounded on our door. “What’s going on in there. Loretta has called the police.”
Manny and Loretta had tolerated Mama’s wails during Daddy’s “corrections,” but now that a baby was involved…
“You’re going to pay for this,” Daddy said, and squeezed Mama’s arm, hard.
Soon, Officer Jones pounded.
Daddy flung the door open with the righteous indignation of whiskey.
“Why don’t you mind your own f*cking business, ape,” he said, then took a swing at Officer Jones.
Daddy was released the next day. By then we were gone on a bus, to the sea.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the history-sharing host of Friday Fictioneers.