Crime and Punishment

Shortly before my sixth year, my mother locked me in the basement, moments after receiving an “unexpected” gentlemen friend.

She, however, informed me that I was being punished for failing to wash my hands prior to tea, contrary to her instructions.

When I heard the grandfather clock strike twelve midnight from the sitting room above me, I knew that my mother had forgotten to let me out.

It was then that I shat my navy blue sailor suit, a gift from Aunt Edna.

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death. I say it serves her right.

Driving with a drunk male companion behind the wheel could get you killed.


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