A Simple Beginning
When Pat was a pup, I was a very little girl. We grew up together. We were constant companions. When we were alone and afraid, we hid under the bed. Pat didn’t bark when we were hiding, but anyother time she was a real ankle biter. . . . .
We lived with Miss Margaret, Miss Sarah, Miss Mickey, Miss Anna Louise, and Mama D and sometimes one or more of their boyfriends or “husbands” . . .
One of my friends told me that Miss Sarah was a prostitute. I immediately went home and asked her if she was one. She and everyone else in our one room apartment only laughed. I never got an answer.
To Be Continued . . .