As I have come to know, love and obedience make a heady concoction, but its effects don’t always last. Soon, he started disappearing again, sometimes for months.
Jerry Jackson is ecstatic that his parents listened, really listened to his pleas for a birthday present of a Hallicrafters S-120 Tube Radio 4 Band SW Communications Receiver. It’s his dream to make an antenna that will pick up all the broadcasting countries anywhere in the world. Jerry wants to have a QS card for each country.
But what about Judy’s happiness? Does she count for nothing? Her therapist Dr. Hand tells her she must find her own happiness, and that her life with Punch does not define her. But those are words on a couch in a sunny office. It’s much different in a hazy kitchen with moldy toast on the table and rotting burger meat on the floor.
As a teenager, my happy place was always Jones Beach, NY. I would arrive early before the toll, just as dawn was breaking. The causeway was empty of other cars, all was quiet on the beach, parking spots were plentiful and you could choose any field you’d like.
“My, gentlemen, this woman fancies herself an explorer of new worlds — how amusing!” A deep, low humming and grumbling of men dressed in fine waistcoats and alabaster shirts echoed through the room.
You were a bright kid. You did well in school and college and in your free time you devoured books. In your mind you were part of the boarding school stories you read about. You were either the captain of the best House or the good girl who caught the petty thief amongst the girls.
At her interview, encouraged by Henry’s heart-stopping smile, Clarissa had lied about her experience. With no idea where to begin, she tousled her pink hair as data surged down the screen. “That’s a mess of numbers, sweetheart.”
Mrs. and Mr. Goode were dentists and rarely home. They’d try to compensate the kids by giving them everything they asked for. That is how the kids got a cat. Being spoiled as they were, the children expected the cat to obey their every word and when their parents were around, the two little angels were nothing but good…
On a white May morning, my neighbour, an honourable secretary of our residents’ welfare association, is watering his small outdoor garden with a hose pipe. Among […]