They didn’t care about the sex of the child. Only that they’d be healthy, strong, have two hands to hold and maybe agree with their mother that their father doesn’t know good music. When The Rhythm Changes

Anyone that is but Fredric. He was back to watching me. His head tilted. Always that little tilt as if he's lining me up for a portrait....

Mourners, faces barely visible under dripping umbrellas, lined the drive. Though, I make out Mr King , he and my father go back and so...