By the time our ads hit the papers a week later, we looked like we had been there for years. I had everything so planned out that when Jim and I finally got the loan, we went right to the building we had picked out, made a few minor changes and started moving things right in. I kept myself busy learning and planning, learning and planning. I just ignored the looks we were getting. I felt sorry for her so I would take her places and sometimes pretend to be her boyfriend. There were times that her self-esteem was in the toilet. They all claimed to be her friend but she was never invited to anywhere important. The snobbish girls she hung around just had her around to make them look better.

She was very chubby at sixteen with no prospects of ever having a boyfriend. My sister is twenty-two now although I haven't seen her since that day. The ironic thing is that Gail is Dad's sister and hasn't had anything to do with him for twenty years. Now I keep in touch through my Aunt Gail. I had kept in touch with Mom through the mail until he found one of my letters and tore it up right in front of her. That was six years ago when I huffed out of that house. That's the only way to really learn a trade or vocation. I did take a few technical courses but most of what I learned was hands-on stuff. I started telling the old man early on that I wanted to learn all I could about computers and eventually become a consultant with my own firm. She had to be the one to go because I had refused.

I gave her two and a half to three years in a four-year course at.that place. I always thought that it would hurt her scholastically but after a while I saw that it didn't make any difference. Dad refused to let them promote her so she could learn at her own rate. Fuck off Pop.ĭee has always been ahead of her class by at least two years. Just to spite him, I'm not even going to mention it here. Everyone else was dirt because they didn't go or weren't going to his alma mater. She was crying and screaming at him to stop. My little sister was pulling on him to come inside. 'You wouldn't know a good school if it bit your dick off.' 'Come back here, you little prick, so I can beat the shit out of you.' Dad yelled as I gave him the one finger salute. If he'd pulled any harder, he would have popped the glass out of both doors. I could hear the rush of air that came as the front door opened with the storm door closed.

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