The Bogeyman’s Boogie

Madison preened in front of the mirror. Her witch’s costume was the prettiest she’d ever seen and after a few adjustments, possibly the most revealing. It was short and made of a few layers of black and lime green net, it showed off her slender legs and made her feel glamourous like a movie star. She was sure she would attract Logan’s attention at the disco tonight. Her friends all agreed that Logan was the hottest lad at Cottonbury Senior School. Well their eyes were gonna be knocked out over her Halloween costume. She had carefully applied her make-up. Just weird enough with some dazzling glitter and now she was going to put on her hat and cloak and dash off to the disco before her mum and step-dad Chas, saw her and made her change into something they approved of.

Her phone buzzed playing a snatch of “The Monster Mash” which she had put on especially for Halloween. It was beginning to irritate her already and she was thinking which hit that would sound cool to download to replace it with. She wondered who it was this time as all her friends had already texted to say what they were wearing and some had sent selfies, showing how they looked. She was hot-ironing some curls into her fair hair before spraying with some green glitter. She glanced at the caller address and put down her curl wand. It was from Logan and he had sent a selfie of himself dressed as the most grotesque bogey man. Madison doubted any of the girls would realise underneath that hideous make-up was the handsome features of Logan Rafferty. She sprayed the green glitter and posed provocatively leaning forwards, clicked and sent the pic to Logan. Not that he would have any difficulty recognising her, but he might like that view of her assets.

She grabbed her phone, keys and cash and slipped them into her evening bag, then shrugged herself into her cape and perched her cute witch’s hat on top of her curls pinning it with a couple of Kirby grips in place. She rushed downstairs, calling goodbye to Chas and her Mum as she went, before they could suggest she had to be home by a certain time or got a look at her outfit. School was only a short back lane away so she did not have to drive and some of the boys were bound to bring something stronger than pop to drink. The school had a strict no alcohol policy for their dances but some hooch always got in. It was just a matter of knowing who would risk breaking the veto and expect to get away without punishment. She strutted down the lane perched on her tiny spiky sandals, imagining that it was the catwalk at a Milan fashion show and she was, of course, the supermodel who all the paparazzi were hoping to photograph. The shadows flittered around her and it spooked her a bit. She almost though she could hear someone following in her footsteps, shuffling slightly. She turned and looked back then laughed because no one was there.

She would be one of the last arriving, but it was always good to make an entrance. School looked eerie as she neared decorated with ghoulish pumpkin faces and huge cobwebs, spiders, bats, ghosts and other scary decorations. They had done quite a good job covering up the institutional stolidity of Cottonbury Senior. Mr Andrews was on the door and waved her through although his eyes popped out on stalks as she divested herself from her cape. The young teacher’s cheeks went red when he got an eyeful of her costume.

Dirty old man, Madison thought to herself although Danny Andrews was only twenty-three and at his first school since qualifying as a teacher. She did not really mind him gawping at her and waggled her hips provocatively just to embarrass him further. Poor Danny was more suffering innocent than sinner as he was a deliberate target from the teasing flirtatious little hussies in his class brushing up against him, well aware that he could not really complain about their behaviour.

Madison moved into the hall where the lights had been dimmed with strobes flashing erratically from various directions. A local group made up of kids who had left graduated a couple of years before were thumping out a song which had been popular earlier in the year, but was now a bit boring, she thought. Several of her girlfriends stopped to admire her costume and she posed with them for more selfies. Her eyes were scanning the room for Logan. She asked Savannah if she’d seen Logan but she did not even know he was planning to wear a bogeyman costume.

Madison found the buffet and ate a cheese stick before grabbing a cup of the fruit punch, then she headed for Jaden who she thought was guaranteed to have something stronger to spike the punch with. They sneaked off to the corridor together and he doctored her punch with some vodka before sneaking a selfie of him kissing her. Yuck, but she had something to take the edge off. The band changed to give the youngsters a rest, they seemed to only know half a dozen tunes anyway. The next band contained the music teacher Mr Blake and some older friends of his. They were better at playing but their music choice was more straight-forward rock and roll. Madison’s dance and theatre classes made sure she could do all the oldie dances that her grandparents had been able to do. However she doubted any of the boys could dance a jive or a boogie.

The floor emptied except for a pair of teachers who were jiving around the floor. Madison drank her vodka and fruit juice and then sneaked out with Radley for a quick ciggie behind the parked vehicles by the school yard. Several other kids came and joined them. The teachers could not do anything really about them smoking outside the grounds, although they might report them to their parents. They filtered back in, outstaring the clearly disapproving teachers manning the door. Mr Blake’s band was still belting out classic rock and a couple of pairs of girls were attempting some basic jive moves. That would not do for Madison, she had hoped to dance with Logan; that would show the other girls, even if he did look gross in his bogeyman costume. She searched the kids standing around the edges of the floor and then she spotted a bogeyman costume in the shadows.

She moved across the room and snagged Logan’s wrist pulling him to the floor. Even if all they did was shuffle around the floor it would be better than dancing with another girl. Logan’s voice seemed muffled under the masking makeup but when they reached the floor, he seemed to take the boogieing on and took up a Jive stance preparing to spin her around the room. His slouch was in character as bogeymen but his boogie was hot and after a few tentative spins, he was throwing her over his shoulder, through his legs and round the room. Madison was amazed; she had never thought Logan was that strong or that skilled a dancer. She had thought despite his good looks that he was rather shy and happy to stay back allowing more extrovert personalities to have centre stage. Yet here he was eating up the floor and putting on a bravura performance.

When the band came to the end of the number, the audience clapped Logan and Madison and they blushed and bowed. Well Madison blushed and curtseyed, if Logan blushed she could not tell under his disguise. The band announced that they would play a couple of slow numbers as the evening was coming to an end. Most of the boys grabbed a girl and clutched her tightly as they band started to play a slushy love song. The floor was packed but Logan held Madison tightly to him. She thought he felt slightly cold, which considering the hot dancing they had been doing surprised her. But she was proud of being the girl dancing with Logan. Some flash cameras went off for the school magazine and yearbook trying to get pics of all the kids in costume. Madison remembered to pose and smile whenever the cameras turned her way.

Then the band finished playing and although the kids yelled for an encore started packing up their equipment. Her friends said goodbye, heading off to their cars, before driving off into the night. Madison suspected that many of them would be going on to a party at Jaden’s but her mum had definitely forbidden her going there, because she said his dad was a pusher who had probably got a meth lab in the cellar. Madison could believe it could be true. Besides, she was sure Logan, who was an A grade student, would not be heading there. He murmured whether he could walk her home and Madison cuddled into his arm and they set off down the back lane. She wiggled her arse at Mr Andrews who breathed a sigh of relief that little strumpet was heading home with some lad in a bogeyman costume.

Madison’s mum as worried when it passed one o’clock and she had not got home. She rang the school and got the caretaker who confirmed that everyone had gone home over an hour ago. He gave her Mr Andrews’ number as he had been on the door. He confirmed seeing Madison leave with a lad dressed in a bogeyman costume heading down the back lane. Chas went out and searched the back lane and the area around the school. He even checked on the party at Jaden’s, where he found Savannah snogging Jaden. She said that Madison had left with Logan Rafferty, so they rang his parents. Logan had not got home either but had travelled to school on his motorbike and yes he had been dressed as a bogeyman.

Hours passed and Madison did not appear, her mother rang the police who tried to calm her down, but as it was now very late they promised to send out a car to look around the area and posted the licence number of Logan’s Kawasaki. The patrolman made a remark about it being a powerful bike for so young a lad to his partner, and they headed towards Logan’s home looking in the courting areas where kids might seek some privacy together.  They had nearly reached Logan’s house when their headlights swept the verges before a small hump backed bridge. Spotting some strange shapes, they found Logan’s mangled Kawasaki and what was left of Logan, in his much bloodied bogeyman costume. They shook their heads and thought what a waste of a young life. They called the coroner and drove to inform Logan’s parents the unhappy news.

The following day the search for Madison was extended but neither she nor the bogeyman she had dance with were found.


How to use Apostrophes!

When I am not writing, I do some editing and proofing for Indie writers. I also try to help three or four new writers a year. However one of the problems I’ve noticed, that many young writers have problems with, is apostrophes. They are a fairly simple problem for editors to correct, but a manuscript looks far better without such basic errors. Your chances of succeeding with submissions will be improved by not making these mistakes.

So for those of you, who feel they are unsure about how to use apostrophes, I intend to go back through the basics of when and how they should be used. Then I will go into how they should not be used. I am going to pretend you have never been explained the use of an apostrophe or have forgotten. So I apologize for taking it back to the beginning.

An apostrophe is used for two reasons.

The first is Possessional – an apostrophe indicates ownership of something. It replaces ‘of’ in a sentence, making it less repetitive and clumsy.

Examples:-  ‘The shield of Olaf,’ becomes simply ‘Olaf’s shield.’

‘The handbag of the woman,’ becomes ‘the woman’s handbag.’

‘The crown of the king,’ becomes ‘the king’s crown.’

Those example are all singular, there is no change in how you indicate possession, if more than one item belongs to the subject.

‘The dogs of the huntsman,’ would be ‘the huntsman’s dogs.’

‘The tools of the artist,’ is ‘the artist’s tools.

You can add adjectives to either the object or the subject, the apostrophe is still used in the same way. The object can be any noun, tangible or intangible. It can also be a person or persons.

‘The hard-working man’s beautiful children…’

‘The young girl’s intricate necklace…’

‘The managing director’s personal aide…’

More than one apostrophe can be used as in –

‘The rider’s horse’s ornate bridle…’

The only exceptions with this are if the subject is plural, or if it ends in a ‘s.’ The rules on how to indicate plurals (or words that end with an ‘s’) are changing. I was originally taught to add an apostrophe ‘s’ in both cases. However many people now choose to add an apostrophe to the word with no extra ‘s’. The teaching about this punctuation is in flux. You must choose one or other option and be consistent about it. It does not matter if the objects are singular or plural. If one or more things belongs to more than one person, then the apostrophe always goes after the word’s end.

The swords of the warriors were sharp. Can become either

  • The swords of the warriors were sharp. Can become either
    • The warriors’s (plural) swords (plural) were sharp. Or
    • The warriors’ (plural) swords (plural) were sharp.
    • The warriors’s (plural) leader (singular) … Or
    • The warriors’ (plural) leader (singular) …

    I am currently using the second option because it looks neater and Word prefers it. The older version however is not incorrect.  If a word naturally end in ‘s’ then the apostrophe is treated the same.

    • Charles’s horse… Or Charles’ horse…
    • The Empress’s clothes… Or The Empress’ clothes


This has been complicated, by some businesses which have decided the typing of possessional apostrophes wastes typists’ time. I suspect this is because frequently they do not know how to correctly use apostrophes, (both bosses and typists.) So letters are being typed without any possessional apostrophes. If you were taught to do that for business letters, then you should learn how to use apostrophes for writing articles, blogs, stories and books.

The second use of an apostrophe is to abbreviate phrases. They are usually used to join two words together, missing one or more letters.

Examples:- ‘Let us’ becomes ‘let’s.’  ‘We have’ becomes ‘we’ve.’

There is one exception to these rules. Its and it’s. This ignores the possessional rule for clarity. ‘It’s’ always means ‘it is’ abbreviated. Whereas ‘its’ always means belonging to it.

Examples:- It is not fair, becomes ‘It’s not fair.’  (abbreviated)

‘The dog’s lead could be written as ‘its lead.’        (possessional)

It’s important to remember the it’s / its rules because so far the WORD spellchecker has not got it right and will put a red line under them sometimes. Eventually Microsoft will correct that failing.

Now we come to the problem of unnecessary apostrophes. These are sometimes called aberrant apostrophes. The expression was coined by the late Keith Waterhouse, (author of Billy Liar.) He invented the AAAA, the Association for the Abolition of Aberrant Apostrophes. You see them everywhere, but are particularly prevalent in greengrocers’ shops. You may have seen notices written advertising ‘Potato’s, Orange’s, Tomato’s’ and I have recently seen them in ‘euro’s.’ Nothing belongs to the euros, tomatoes or oranges. The words are not abbreviated from Euro us, potato is, or any other possibility. Just because a word ends in ‘s’ it does not need an apostrophe unless something belongs to it, or it has been abbreviated. If you find yourself making this mistake, ask yourself when checking through, whether anything belongs to the noun, to which you have attached an apostrophe.

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Stacy Reid’s The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell

The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell

A Scandalous House of Calydon novel by Stacy Reid

With a longing for adventure, the last thing Phillipa Peppiwell wants is to marry. After a painful betrayal by a man she trusted, she is wary when she unwittingly catches the attention of roguishly handsome – and sinfully tempting – Lord Anthony Thornton. Forbidden desires she secretly yearns for threaten to crumble her icy facade and reveal a past scandal best kept buried.

Dissatisfied with his empty life, Lord Anthony seeks a deep and lasting connection… and finds himself intrigued by the Ice Maiden of the haute monde. Undaunted by Phillipa’s aloof nature and her distaste for the idea of matrimony, he sets out to thaw the bewitching beauty by enticing her with adventures of the most sensual type. But he, too, hides a scandalous secret… and if it’s discovered it could rip them apart.

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I forgive you by GIselle Marks

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It whispered, “I forgive you,” as its hand slipped out of mine.



The collectors dragged it away leaving me feeling confused and vaguely guilty. Why should I feel guilty when I was only obeying the anti-moalf laws like a good citizen should in reporting it? I rationalised the guilt because it had looked and sounded so much like a child. I knew it wasn’t a child but a moalf, not that anyone really had explained what they were.

They had started turning up about eleven years ago, but no one knew where from. The first ones looked hideous and they would survive in groups in the wild places eating the wild life and sometimes taking the pets or animals from neighbouring farms. The first theories were that they were some kind of Bigfoot, even though no proof for the existence of Bigfoot had been scientifically proven. The farmers did everything they could to put them down and government officials took the carcases away and did all kinds of tests on them.

The first moalf law was brought in and it seemed like they had been wiped out. Then the second wave of moalfs appeared, they were smaller, often looking like some native animals. They didn’t seem as dangerous as they were primarily vegetarian and beyond reporting their existence to the authorities, we mostly ignored them.  They called that group qualfis, which was short for quasi animal life forms but they were clearly more intelligent than animals. The theory then was that they’d escaped from some government laboratory but of course they refuted it.

Government representatives pointed out that the outbreaks were occurring all around the world. They exterminated the critters, capturing a few alive. But the third wave of moalf had appeared a few years later, these often looked like children although no child could do the things they could. Some people even adopted them, until they found out how strange they were and reported them to the authorities. They seemed relatively harmless but it was against the law to harbour them.

Now the rumours were that they were some kind of alien life form evolving to try and fit in on our planet. The government denied that too but gave no rational explanation to what they actually were.

I spotted this one hiding out in the old tree house I had built for my kids, now long grown up. At first I thought it was a neighbouring kid who was visiting to play in the tree house and ignored it. Then I realised it did not return home at supper time and I knew I had to report it. They had brought it down while I watched and it had latched onto my hand. It looked just like a little boy I wanted to look after it, but the law is the law.

Echoes of the Past by Susanne Matthews


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Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada.

She’s always been an avid reader of all types of me (1)books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. Today, gets to spend her time writing, so she can share her adventures with her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.


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Born Mohawk, raised white, forensic pathologist, Michelle Thomas is trapped between two worlds—this one and the spirit world where the ghosts of those who’ve drowned speak to her. Haunted by crippling nightmares of her own drowning death and erotic dreams of a phantom lover, she strives to make sense of her life. When two suspicious deaths occur at the Lake of the Mountain Resort, she’s sent to investigate. She’ll face the greatest challenge of her career when her past and her present collide. One of these men is her future, but which one—the rich and powerful Mayor Ron Davies, or Tony Steele, the hydrology professor who may be responsible for his students’ deaths? Charged by the spirits of her Mohawk ancestors to atone for her previous sins by protecting Lake of the Gods, can Michelle solve the murders, save the sacred waters, and fulfil her destiny?


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Naked, she lies on her back inside the green, leafy grotto, which meshes seamlessly into the landscape. It’s late morning, and after last night’s storm, everything smells clean and fresh. She stares up at the man she loves, but darkness and his long, honey-brown hair shadow his face. Her body hums in anticipation of his touch. Her nipples harden. His large, calloused hands caress her, and where they touch, her flesh burns with desire.

He runs the fingers of one hand through her unbraided hair. His lips capture hers in a searing kiss, branding her his. She reaches up to him. She opens her mouth, and a deep moan escapes her as his lips meet hers.

The scene changes. He runs along the edge of the forest across the lake. Run, my love, she screams silently as all around her the women urge their men to hurry, pointing at him, screaming instructions. He stops, and once she knows he’s seen her, she turns away. They’ll catch him, and she can’t bear to watch him be killed. She pulls her marriage blanket tightly around her shoulders. Everyone thinks she’s made it for another. Sobbing, she hurries away from the beach…

Michelle Thomas awoke in tears as she had so many nights since arriving in Thunder Bay. Bathed in sweat, she shivered with need and a bone-deep cold invaded her body. The nightmares, usually terrifying, realistic visions of her watery death, exhausted her. Recently the dreams which had plagued her most of her life had changed, and these new ones in which she was both participant and witness, frustrated and grieved her. She preferred those old night terrors to these out of body erotic fantasies with a man whose face she never saw, but loved with every ounce of her being. Tonight, the thought of his capture and death made the pain of loss worse than ever. How could she go on like this?

Her wild weeping slowed to sobbing. She got out of bed and padded into the motel room’s washroom. She turned on the light and gasped at the mirror’s reflection. The face of a woman who closely resembled her—the Mohawk woman in braids she’d been seeing off and on for weeks now—glared accusingly at her.

“What do you want from me?” She yelled at the face in the mirror, anguish loud in her tear-filled voice. “You’re dead. He’s dead. I don’t have any answers for you. Go away. Leave me in peace.”


The Captain’s Promise by Susanne Matthews

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Susanne Matthews was born and raised in Cornwall, Ontario, Canada.  She’s always been an avid reader of all types of books, but always with a penchant for happily ever after romances. In her imagination, she travelled to foreign lands, past and present, and soared into the future. Today, gets to spend her time writing, so she can share her adventures with her readers. She loves the ins and outs of romance, and the complex journey it takes to get from the first word to the last period of a novel. As she writes, her characters take on a life of their own, and she shares their fears and agonies on the road to self-discovery and love.

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 The Captain’s Promise

Etienne Blouin left Danielle de Cherbourg in tears, promising to return; he didn’t. Ten years later, Etienne learns she’s been widowed and left almost penniless. Now a wealthy ship’s captain, he offers to help her, but the only reply he gets is from her aunt telling him to leave Danielle alone. Convinced she’s in trouble, he determines to rescue her whether she likes it or not, even if it means losing her love.

Danielle is shocked to learn that her companion is going to the colonies, while she is to marry a cruel and powerful man as repayment of her husband’s gambling debts.  Despondent, she sees no way out of the horrendous situation. When her carriage is waylaid and she’s kidnapped, she fears the worse.

Etienne has enemies who don’t want La Belle Rose to make port. Can he outfox them to save his ship and the woman he loves?

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Giddy with anticipation for her sixteenth birthday party, the depressing prediction of the afternoon shoved to the back of her mind, Danielle stood in front of the looking glass admiring her gown. The royal blue silk frock showed off her bourgeoning woman’s body. It was a long-waisted slender dress, one worn without crinolines, ideally suited to her five foot, seven inch, slim frame. The neckline cut low, with a wide horizontal cream lace collar decorated by a central royal blue silk bow, exposed more of her bosom than her gowns usually did. The sleeves, set low in the shoulder, opening into a full ruff ending just below the elbow, were similarly adorned with lace. The whalebone corset pushed up her firm young breasts, and the straps of her pale blue camisole, pulled down along her arms to hide them inside the gown’s sleeves, further lowered the neckline, accentuating her cleavage. With the dress, she wore a single rope of pearls and matching pearl drop earrings.

“Mama, it’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait for Etienne to see it. Finally, he’ll have to admit I’m a woman.”  She put her arms around her mother and kissed her cheek. She drew back and noticed a momentary sadness in her mother’s eyes. She thought she knew what had put it there. “I know.” She squared her shoulders, determination in every inch of her body. “Etienne is his own man, but I love him so much. He’s only thought of me as a childhood companion. Well, tonight he’ll see me in a different light.”

In keeping with the fashion of the day, Danielle’s auburn hair hadn’t been powdered, but had been braided flat against her head on each side, with both braids pulled together into a long rope secured by a royal blue, silk ribbon, and drawn over her right shoulder.

Her mother frowned. “Elle, I’m sure Etienne will be surprised when he sees how much you’ve changed, but remember, you’ve seen him as a young man for some time now, whereas he probably still thinks of you as a child. You’ll have to give him time to adjust to the new you. My darling, much as it breaks my heart to say it, his emotions may never be the same as yours.”

Danielle shivered, Marie’s words of premonition invading her thoughts for the moment, but she forced them away. She couldn’t bear the notion Etienne didn’t love her as she loved him.

“Mama, I want to be his wife. Is love always like this? This wanting and yearning just for the sight of him? I haven’t seen him since he left for Paris last May. I’m more excited about seeing him tonight than I am about anything else.”

Her mother shook her head sadly, and Danielle could see she was worried.

“My child, you’re so young. What you feel for Etienne is puppy love, an infatuation that won’t last. I’d spare you the tears if I could.”

Danielle frowned. Anger sparked in her, but she fought to keep it down. Why was it that everyone refused to take her love for Etienne seriously? She wasn’t a child! As of this day, she was a woman, albeit a young one, but she knew her own heart. Her mother continued her lecture, a speech, like Marie’s premonition, she didn’t want to hear.

“Fifteen months is a very long time. Etienne isn’t a boy anymore. He’ll be twenty-one in a few weeks, and his time in Paris will have changed him. Someday, you’ll realize that just because you want something to be so, doesn’t mean it will be. I’m afraid your father and I’ve spoiled you. Forget this nonsense about love and marriage. There’ll be time enough to discuss such matters when you’re older. Go and enjoy your birthday. I’ll be here when you need me.”

Danielle shivered at her mother’s words, which were almost identical to those Marie had spoken earlier, but she dismissed her uncertainties. Nothing would spoil this night, certainly not foolish superstition and her overactive imagination. Mama and Marie were wrong; that was all there was to it. Etienne loved her, and once he saw her, he’d realize it.

She kissed her mother’s cheek, and hurried from the room. No matter what Marie or her mother said, she knew her feelings for Etienne were deep and true. He was the only man she’d ever love.


Struggles of the Women Folk by T M Brown

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African American fiction,

historical fiction,

women’s issues.



family dynamics,


perseverance (sp)

“Struggles of the Women Folk” is based on fictional characters created from stories my grandma shared with me when I was child.  It is the story of Georgie, a young Black girl in the South during the 1940s. I hope that you can appreciate her pain, suffering and betrayal as you travel with her on highs and lows you won’t anticipate. This is the story of the power of a woman’s courage, love, strength and faith that exists within each and every one us, whether we know it or not..



Sissy knew she wasn’t pretty, cuz erbody told her so! She had all dem black features that erbody thought was ugly: dark skin, short nappy hair, big eyes, big lips, huge breast and a big butt. None of that mattered to me, cuz she was not just my cousin; she was my best friend.

Her momma and mine couldn’t stand each other, but we didn’t care.

We’d been friends for as long as I could remember. Every day, we walked the five miles to the little shack we called skool, carrying our books and lunch pails. Momma would always have something special in my pail. There would be bread, cheese, jelly and sometimes even a slice of homemade cake. Sissy never had anything good. Most times, she only had a piece of bread or some leftover salt pork.

“Ain’t got no money to be spending on some ugly thang like you,” her momma would say. Her momma hated her. Folks say it was because she didn’t know who Sissy’s daddy was. Her momma was walking home one night when some men jumped her in the woods and made her ‘with child’. That’s what the folks called it in 1944. No one used words like pregnant, at least, not the good girls.

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