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- My Son and my Nephew
It was the middle of summer, and it
was one of those hot, very hot days, humidity high, and the
air conditioning didn't seem to be doing any good. The San
Gabriel Valley in the Los Angeles area can get very hot in
the middle of summer, and this record-breaking heat wave promised
to kill lawns and cause heat stroke if you didn't take care
of yourself.
My son, Jeffrey, and
I were lucky. We had a pool, a nice, big, shimmering, sparkling
clean pool near which we lounged around a lot. Jeff's cousin,
Tommy, came over nearly every day to go swimming and then
hang out with us and drink sodas and watch tv, and have some
chips and dip and sandwiches. Even though it was the hottest
summer on record, still, it was one of those days I truly
loved, with no housework to bother me, no neighbor visitors,
and. . . . .
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- Door Slam
Kevin came home from school, didn't
say a word, and went straight upstairs to his room. I heard
his door slam rather loudly, and wondered what the hell could
have put him in such a bad mood. Usually, he would at least
come into the kitchen and say "Hi, Mom!" and grab
a glass of orange juice or something like that. But, not today.
I stood at the bottom
of the stairs, wondering if I should go up and see what was
wrong. I stood there, wringing my hands, and decided I should
go up. I took the steps carefully, slowly, wondering if I
was doing the right thing. I didn't want to intrude into his
life, if you understand what I was thinking. I wanted him
to be able to work things through by himself, but I.
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- My Hot Daughter
I had no idea what had been on my daughter's
mind lately. She had been looking at me, it seemed, just within
the past week, her glances going to my crotch at times. I
wondered if there was something she had wanted to talk about.
It was difficult for me, raising a daughter, with no woman's
influence around. Donna's mother had been killed in a traffic
accident years ago, when Donna was but five years old. I had
never remarried, and didn't really date much. There was no
woman around for Donna to talk to, except her Aunt Beatrice,
who lived in another town, and came over about twice a month.
One night, while I
was laying in bed, I was just about to drift off to sleep
when my Donna came into my room. In the dim light coming in
from the hallway, I could see that.. . . . .
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