“No!” I adamantly replied.
“Then, shut up. You don’t know what you are talking about,” he commanded.
“I do know right from wrong,” I replied. “I’m a minister. It is my vocation to know right from wrong and teach people about what is right and wrong.”
“Really?” He smiled. “Well, what that bastard Jake did was wrong ’cause it hurt, and he wouldn’t stop. He deserves to die, and I’m going to kill him someday, I am. If it takes me the rest of my life, I’m going to find him and kill him!”
“Did going into foster care get you away from Jake?” I asked.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen him since I got out of the projects, but he didn’t live in the projects. He was one of my mother’s stupid friends. She used to dump me with him when she wanted to run around. I just wanted him to leave me alone. I used to t
