COME HERE, I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING by Jamy Bond

Sometimes, I would catch her peering through a crack in my bedroom door as I changed, watching me with those blue dagger eyes. “Do you think you need some new bras?” she might say later, “those no longer seem to fit.” A way of letting me know what she’d seen.  Locks were not allowed in our house, not even in the bathroom, and sometimes she would stand outside of the door while I bathed, chatting away like we were friends.  She’d rattle the doorknob, just to let me know she could come in if she wanted to.   Come here, I … Continue reading COME HERE, I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING by Jamy Bond