By Dinty W. Moore
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My impression was that she had been there, just like that, since I’d left that morning with my book bag and baloney sandwiches. ” she would ask, sometimes not even lifting her head. “I’m okay,” I would reassure her. ” There was little use pretending, but we still did. The clearest memory I have of my father from those years, just after Kennedy’s assassination, is the sound of the back screen door squeaking open. We would be in our beds—me, my mother, my two older sisters. Mom would have left a pot on the stove with her husband’s dinner.
This is the best-case scenario. But I am the worst case, or at least a worse case. I misperceive twice. Double Double vision vision. My defective perception creates two funhouse mirrors, smeared with all the usual jam and grime, but one slightly off to the side, a bit higher in the vertical plane, tending toward sepia. No wonder I inevitably lean toward the comic twist. Nothing is as it seems anyway. Look how quickly it all reverses. Then again—and this is only occurring to me as I round the age of ﬁfty —if none of us sees accurately, maybe I’ve been at an advantage all of these years.
And anyway the Secret Service would have been on us in a second. I hated those guys, thinking they were so cool behind the sunglasses. A lot of them were creeps. But anyway, back to you: so you left home at eighteen and essentially created a world for yourself not so different from the one that you ﬂed, because at least you 40 pa rt t wo knew how to survive there. Adults were not to be trusted, disaster was around every corner, get your playtime in now because who knows what problems — I began projecting.