DO YOU FEEL LIKE TALKING TO ME ABOUT IT, SANDY?
Look. I’m no angel, okay? Bobby knew he wasn’t marrying a nun, but he married me, anyway. And I never once fooled around on him, or even flirted very much with anyone else, after we got married. I’m not proud of the way I was making a living when we met, but he has no idea how hard it was, and there isn’t anything I can do, now, to change any of that, anyway. CHANGE WHAT?
The way I lived. I was still in high school when things got so bad at home, I had to split. Mom was always pickled in her cheap wine and dad — dear old dad – – when he wasn’t slapping me around, was giving me goo-goo eyes and coming into my bedroom at night to grab some cheap feels of my `new equipment.’ After he [ ...continue reading "A Leopard's Spots" ]
