AdayIwillneverforget
ItwasaSundayeveningaround6o'clockorso,oneofthemanySundayeveningswhereIwouldcruisearoundwithmyfatherinthecar.Thoughthiswasn'tjustanyordinarySundaysightseeingexcursionwithmydad.
Westoppedataredlight,andwithoutmuchenthusiasmobservedthesidewalks.Awoman,asshewalked,fixedthewhitelaceygossamerslipofherdress.Itdraggedoutofherskirt,obviouslymakingherfeelself-conscious.Ashort,stubbymanwithanoverbearinggutwasnonchalantlypickinghisnoseasheogletheladyadjustingherslip.Hestaredather,asthoughundressingherwithhiseyes.
Ilookedatmyfather,whowaslookingrightbackatme.Webothlaughed.Beingonlyfiveyearsold,IwasatanagewhereIfoundeverythinghilarious.TheveryfactthatmyfatherandIwerelookingatthesamesceneandprobablyboththinkinghowpervertedthemanseemedmademelaughhysterically.
Mydadcontinuedtodrive.Ikeptgazingatthesceneryofthecity,asthesunstartedtosetandthedarknesstookover.Ourlittlesightseeingtripwasover,orsoIthought.
Iwassousedtothesamepathwewentthrough,thatwhenmyfathermadeanunaccustomedturn,itmademesuspicious.Irefrainedmyselffromasking
Theystoppedkissing;mydadstartedthecaragainandbegantodrive.Ashewasdrivingshewhisperedthingsintohisear,gigglingandsnickeringinaudiblewords.TheywereoblivioustothefactthatIwasinthebackseatwatchingthem.IsatthereponderinginamazementatwhatIhadseen.Shedidn'tlookoncetowardsthebackseat,butsheknewIwastherewatchingthembothandwasinsouciant.Shejustkeptcaressingmyfather.
"Honeysitinthebackseat".Myfatherorderedme.
Isatthereimpatientlywaitingforthisso-called"friend",gettingboredastheminuteswentbybegantowander.Myeyestraveledupontwosquirrelschatteringdownatreeengagedinagameoftag.Ipointedthemouttomyfatherlaughing.
