I have a terrible memory; I never forget a thing.
Edith KoneckyTag: humor
I suppose I ought to describe my father, but it isn't easy. Sometimes over the years he seemed one thing and sometimes another. He was a good-looking man, strong and ruddy. When I was little he seemed tall to me, but by the time I was thirteen he had become medium.
Edith KoneckyNobody's perfect,' my mother said. 'You'll have to learn to get along with him.'
'You can't learn to get along with him,' I said, 'any more than you can learn to get along with a volcano.
Children should be seen and not heard,' my mother contributed grimly, ganging up on me. That was the worst part, having her join the enemy. I knew it was her idea of diplomacy, and that it probably stemmed from cowardice, but to me it was simple betrayal, selling out her own child for the sake of peace.
Edith KoneckyHe is not a pleasant person,' I said. 'I don't know what we need him for.'
'You'll just have to learn to get along with him,' my mother replied. We were speaking of her husband, the man she had chosen to father her children.
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