Chapter Three
Two weeks passed after Kitty took my virginity. After the drinking and cigar smoking experience, for three days, my body suffered weakness. I had wet heaves and dry heaves and at unexpected times my stomach regurgitated liquid. I had limited memory of Kitty’s technique, no memory of the car ride home and nightmares in bed where I slept until Sunday afternoon. Like most families on our block, in our land locked neighborhood near the city, we lived in a ranch with a basement, though I never ventured into our cellar apartment. My sister’s unemployed boyfriend, Peter, played video games during the day and at night argued when Sis returned from work. I suppose he took care of their little girl. Thank god a youthful image of her mother.
“Serves you right, one drunk in the family
