“Well, if Daddy would spank me for it, then how can it be okay?” I questioned.
“’Cause I said it is,” he replied. “Daddy gets all high and mighty with that preaching stuff and wants to tell everybody how to live, but truth is, he ain’t so perfect himself. There are things he does that ain’t right.”
Teddy never did get along too well with Daddy. There were plenty of times he defied Daddy’s authority and plenty of times he got his butt beat for it. Part of me wanted to believe Teddy that it was okay to play with my little soldier, but part of me was half scared I would be doing something terribly wrong. Yet as much as we spatted, I was close to Teddy, and I looked up to him.
“Boys,” we heard Daddy call from off down at the edge of the cotton field, “time to get back to work.”
Teddy and I
