My brother was never what they called a “bright boy.”
I guess I wasn’t either.
Our father sure as hell wasn’t.
So nobody really noticed anything changed after I hit Claude Alan in the temple with a softball behind Denson’s Market.
I noticed, but no one else did.
We didn’t tell anyone I hit him, because that was our way.
We kept secrets, made our own fun, had…
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