Her repeating it to our aunt with a laugh. That feeling that there was more to the story. The

intuition of children

when adults are lying to them, or at least leaving out important details. Brother approaching that homeless man we were told to avoid.

We stayed back so

only brother got attacked

hit over the head with a broom handle to run crying into our apt. Pops chasing crazy down the street, holding him for the cops.

Thinking. Observing.

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soldier’s son weds business daughter bride

ambition and adventure with eyes wide

waiting for the world to show its score

memories of wanting to know more
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