October 31, at 1: Any minute now dad will walk through the door, hairbrush in hand. Eighteen years old and still being spanked by his dad. Danny stands, crosses the small bedroom and closes the window. If his pal Kenneth next door ever found out, Danny would be a laughing stock.
It wasn't long before the stairs creaked under his tread as he made his way up to my room. Mommy had doubtlessly told him "everything" as she saw it. I knew Daddy would listen to my side of the story. I also knew that after weighing my words in the balance, he would side with Mommy, as he always did. I began to cry as soon as he came through the door. He sat down on the bed and sat me on his lap, cradling me with his left arm and drying my tears with his handkerchief. In his deep resonant voice, he gently commanded me to get ahold of myself.