him coming up the stairs.
But I had to work. I had a job at the lumber yard from 4 a.m. to 2 p.m. and on weekends I cut grass to make rent money my old man drank up.
Sometimes I wasn’t there.
She had bruises she had to hide for picture day. The school photographer made her stand at an angle.
That’s the picture I held up to Father Murphy’s face on the altar continue reading …
