I Witnessed a Childhood Friend Succumb to the Pressure of Judgment and Poverty
The first of my friends who learned to steal was the son of a preacher. His mother was the young bride of an older man who came to him with two children already in hand.I saw the tension in their household from the perspective of an unwelcome guest. I came for sleepovers and spent most of my time avoiding Father Burt's loathsome glower. The old man wandered through the walls like a malicious ghost haunting the life of a struggling mother.Curtis had to live with that. He had to emerge from an oppressive shadow every morning and return every night to a state of expected submission. He learned…
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