Whew

Whew wee

By the time Lewis came along, all the suffering was over. I’d already recovered from a kick in the groin by Paula causing a hernia that needed surgery, I had already had to play baby with her and Joan Sanders, already been chased out of the house with butcher knives by Angeline Donaldson, the beloved maid, almost drowned in the Sopchoppy by Janet Trice, pushing me into the deep, endured quarantine of measles, mumps and scarlet fever in the same room, got whippings not my fault, so don’t let the sweet smile fool you.