He held out his little arm like he was a long-lost member of the Supremes, performing Stop in the Name of Love.

“Not you, Mama. He pronounced it “muh-muh,” and closed the curtain in his mother’s face.

I can still hear the “shoosk” as the curtain rings slid on the pole.

He was about five or six then. In November, he turned 16. Where does the time go?

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