BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 73
One evening my parents had company. Grandma was there, along with one of my
three stepsisters from Dad‟s first marriage. I had Mary, Kay, Jeannie and a stepbrother
named Allen, in addition to a “surprise” I‟ll explain later. It was Jeannie and Allen who
stopped by to see their Dad. They both lived a long way from us, down in Detroit.
With everyone ringed around me in the few chairs and sofa, plus some extra
chairs Mom had the old man fetch, they were talking amongst themselves. At six years
of age, damned little of what they had to say interested me, so I was playing on the floor
with my truck. It was a white semi with Gamble’s Hardware on the side of the cab and
the trailer. I guess I was having fun the way kids do with those things.
I‟m sure a light bulb formed over my head because an idea came to me. Why not
ask Dad? He‟s old. He must know what that word means. If I find out from him, I can
say it to John and I won‟t look so stupid. Great! Now I had a plan. “Dad, what‟s a
fucker?”
teeth.
He backhanded me right in the mouth. Bloodied my lips and loosened a few baby
Aha! That’s what it means! Don‟t ask or you‟ll get your scrawny little ass
kicked! Gotcha! Even though I knew it would get me hit a few more times, it hurt so
bad, I started screaming in pain. My old man was sure to whack me again just to shut me
up, but it really hurt, damn it! I couldn‟t keep quiet.
As it turns out, I didn‟t have to. Mom started screaming at him so loud, and using
so many nasty words I had no idea she‟d ever heard, he didn‟t dare touch me. Even
Grandma jumped up and told him what she thought of him. The mean son-of-a-bitch was
getting it from all sides at once.
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