Back in the eighties when I lived in Texas I was babysitting for my cousin, mother of an unruly brat who forever caused me grief. Still, I regret slurring out these drunken words one stressed out afternoon: “You put gum in my hair one more time, little Jessica McClure, and I’ll drop you down this hole. I reckon it can’t be no more than four feet deep.”
BILL
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