I was swinging on the front gate, trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verna, my best friend in fifth grade, when I saw a tramp come up the road. Hello, little girl, he said. Is your mama at home? I nodded and swung the gate...
I was swinging on the front gate, trying to decide whether to walk down the street to play with Verna, my best friend in fifth grade, when I saw a tramp come up the road. Hello, little girl, he said. Is your mama at home? I nodded and swung the gate...