Saturday, December 5, 2015
Life Under the Gun
It's scary out there, and in my mind as well. It reminds me of when I was a girl during World Ward II. The grownups would be talking in the other room and I could tell by their voices that they were scared. Like when my friend MaryAnn Heileman decided she was my enemy and chased me down the block after school.
My father had just died. That hadn't even sunk in. I don't think of that time being about his death. That only came way after when I was trying to explain things to myself. As if I ever could.
My mother was traveling for work and when she was gone we were in the care of our maid Mattie. One night her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend came over. They were talking about the Japs. The boyfriend said the Japs skinned people alive.
Mattie told him to be quiet but it was too late. It feels like that now.