Daddy is screaming and I wonder which one of the boys is in trouble now. I tiptoe down the stairs staying extra quiet. I listen for the unbuckling of Daddy’s belt. Whatever they’ve done can’t be too bad. No hitting.
“It wasn’t me.”
“I didn’t do it.”…
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