by Nicki Marian

B-4 IMP was not one of my names, but the following is an important prelude to my already confusing little life.

Back at the small duplex from Aunt Daisy's, I was put to bed early and Miss May went home. A large man would come to visit my mother. Peeking out my bedroom door, I saw that he had his arm around my mother's shoulder ...h'mmm. One night, peeking out my bedroom door, I saw a white bag of something on the buffet within easy reach. Shhh ... upon opening it, there was some sort of hard candy filled with nuts. I snuck a piece, ate it in my bedroom (with my eyes shut so God wouldn't get me), snuck another piece and another, gobble and gobble. Suddenly, becoming violently sick at my stomach, I upchucked all over the floor... the noise recocheted into the living-room. And, I was surrounded by the large man and my mother, both horrified! That's all I remember about that night. Punished? Ever talked about? To this very day I can't look peanut brittle in the face!

Later, someone told me that the large man wasn't merely 'visiting' my mother, he was COURTING her ... whatever THAT meant.

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