I must confess I sometimes enjoyed the "Aunty" moments though it was a forced cheering responsibility bestowed on me: when she would walk from the bathroom into my mama's closet and fit her clothes and jewelry and make me sit and judge her...
So I remember: A young beautiful girl...so much younger than my mother, jumping out of my father's bedroom window. My eyes were only seven years old. But the memory is now 23 years older, very vivid with images intact like the reflection in my...
She is Ann and he is Peter. Peter is a friend to Ann. He has a girlfriend and his girlfriend happens to be Ann's girlfriend. Ann was a beautiful girl and had a nice body capable of making any man go crazy compared to her best friend. Peter went...