Disceptation
Dat night he slept
ona couch, and not any of us kids said a woid ta him. Ina moining, da whole family, except fo mom who was inconsolable,
gathered an we made him take us, alla us, ta his Staten
Island family. Mom didn’t wants no pahts a it, man. She din wanna na nathan boudit, man, and
refused to go meet his unknown kids. She still don’t na wat they even looks
like, man. But really dude, them two girls look just like, me, an we be da same age too, ony
a few dayz apart, man. They be olda by maybe fo days. Thank God, da family
didn’t break up, but from dat day, mom neva again talks ta pop. Ata dinnah
table she tells one of us kids ta pass wat eva ta mistah so and so, and dad
does likewise. She has neva foigave im, and moved his thangs fom they bedroom tada
basement, and she banned Iris fom eva coming ina our home again. So, na alla us
kids hates Iris too. Da bitch felt like she wuz some kinna hewo fo discovering
his disceptation. But we has ostracisizes haw ass fom da family. I almost had a
noivess bweakdown, man, and started smoking foda foist time in my life. Guess
we na know why pops be reading his bible evy nite. He be using it ta deal wit his
guilt, and I deals widit wit nicotine. I hates ta sees em like det, it breaks my hoit,
man. They, she, shud foigive im, man. It was a long, long time ago, but no,
they continues wit they sillyness.”
“Did he eva sez why
he gots involved wida oda lady?”
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