Nowadays, Beth’s the only one that
can get away with calling me her Little
Criminal, and that brings us back to   
the story about my Mom.                
     Last we left her, I was getting   
ready  to tell her the rest of it, but 
she stopped me.                        
     “Let’s wait until your father gets
home first, ok?”                       
     I told her ok, because really,    
what else was I gonna say? I was only  
six-years-old, and besides, the way she
said it didn’t sound good at all. She  
never called Daddy that. I wasn’t in   
any hurry to tell anyone about nothing,
and I still haven’t. That is, until I  
met Beth, and now you, Doc.            
     Like I explained earlier, back    
then, I liked my fantasies, and that’s 
the real reason I didn’t say anything  
* when my Dad got home, or afterwards.     
     At that age, I figured I could    
pretend I wasn’t having them, and in   
that way, I could still have them.     
     What no one knew, couldn’t hurt   
them, or me. It just never occurred to 
me how much of a lie that was gonna    
turn into, and the slippery slope I was
headed down because of it.             
     I was waiting nervously in the    
living room, watching TV, when Daddy   
came home and gave me a thumbs-up. He  
put his coat away and went to go see   
Mommy in the kitchen.                  
     A minute later, they went into the
library and closed the door. A little  
after that, he screamed, “What?!” and  
that’s when my fantasy world went      
crazy, and  I started looking for a    
place to hide.                         



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