Umber (47.18 — Oleander’s Story)

August 24, 2012 § Leave a comment

A dirt clod whizzed past my ear.

“Stop that!” I yelled.

“Make me,” Luther laughed as he threw another.

“Go away, this is my front yard, you can’t be here”.

“Your mama couldn’t hang on to your dad, and now he’s coming to live with us,” Luther sneered.

I knew this couldn’t be true.

“You’re just making that up.  He can’t live with your mother, they’re not married,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Boy, are you dumb,” he said.

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