Christmas Carol part3
Paul, Philip, and finally me, fifteen years younger than Claudia, five
years after Philip. Maybe I was an “accident”, but screw it.
Catholics don’t have accidents they have kids.
Emery, the grammar school gym teacher, ex-marine asshole. I actually
kind of got along with him, maybe ‘cuz he recognized a kindred psycho.
First Grade, first fucking grade, I’m six years old we’re all standing
in the gym, he gets to my name, he goes “Belanger?? Are you Philip
and Gary’s kid brother?”
I remember I shrugged, I was only six fucking years old and he was
big, though a lot older than when my sister ran into him, he was the
guy pulled her off the Duxbury kid. Claudia always smiles when she
tells that story, said she was trying to rip the little puke’s arm off
to beat him with it because he called her a tombooy, but only managed
…End of the part3. To be continued..