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more kids picking on him now. However, it provided me some minor relief. Even back
on Haze Street, David had his standards. He wouldn‟t start to cry for just anything. It
had to be something serious, like a butterfly going past his face. A strange dog, two
blocks away. A car driving past our yard with a bad muffler.
Anything like that would send the little sissy on a crying jag. To my regret, my
unhappiness wasn‟t limited to his annoying noises. No, it got worse than that, especially
at the new house. Whenever he‟d begin sobbing, Mom always came on the run to see
what happened. With no one around to blame but me, and that David thing pointing a
finger at me, guess who‟s ass got swatted?
Yup, poor little Billy.
Keep in mind, though, Billy was a savvy little boy. Sure, some of the times he
had a fit it was because I pissed him off, maybe even hit him. Hell, I think any boy
would‟ve done that when he realized he had a little sister with a peenie-weenie. That‟s
what I had, it seemed. He cried more than any girl I knew, but still had to use the stand-
up potty.
My vote was still pro as far as putting him to sleep. I also wanted to table a
measure to resurrect the gelding process I attempted soon after they bought that David
thing. If I had to have a little sister in all other respects, she might as well sit down when
she has to pee-pee. That was my take on it.
Of course, since Mom had line item veto power, I was stifled at every turn. My
only measure of relief was a system I created to deal with his sobbing and all that
whining. I figured, since I was gonna catch hell anyway, whether I did what he said or
not, I might as well be truly guilty. After I made that decision, every time he started his
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