Staring at the flame, I started thinking.Let’s rewind a bit as I need to be honest here. We did not leave because of what I saw yesterday evening. I...made this decision because of what happened yesterday night.Here I need to tell you something about my mother. There are a lot of rumors about her in our neighborhood. One of them being that my parents had sex every night. I used to be away for night school, but my friends used to tease me, saying, “We enjoyed her moans last night and masturbated. She ended up with a A- average. She had all the intentions of returning after the summer but she had to find a place to live. She went to the lesbian bar about two weeks before the end of the spring session. She sat in the smoky bar waiting to be approached. She had her long blonde hair in a pony tail that fell down to the small of her back. A white halter top with no bra and tight jeans with white sneakers."Hi," a beautiful redhead with a pony tail sat beside her."Hi," Nancy smiled. She took a. . , do Mommie," Sarah said, joining the chorus of excited little voices."Okay... ," Frank laughed, "June, come a tune, come a ram-stick Hune, come a two-legged, eye-legged, bow-legged June."After all the children had stopped laughing, Frank looked over at Sarah and said, "Sarah, are you going to give me part of your supper tomorrow night?" Why do you want my supper," she asked, becoming curious."Because after calling your mother bowlegged, she may decide not to feed me," he replied, grinning in. Reading aloud, she said, “His father had taught him so much about love - love for the desert, love for his town, and love for people. As tears overwhelmed him, Eddie said, “I love you, Dad.”“That’s the end of the story.”“That’s a nice story.”“I was pleased with it, but I do wish the author would go back and correct some of the more obvious grammatical errors and continuity problems.”“I did notice a few of those when you were reading to Donald.”“I corrected most of them while reading it aloud..