"We are born astride a grave - WaynesWorldStage.com

carrying Christopher in her arms. Lyn waswearing those God-awful platform shoes thatwere popular at the time. She had tripped andfallen and Christopher landed head first on thesidewalk.I ran into the street and stopped a car."Please take my wife and baby to the hospital!" Iyelled. He did.Christopher had a fractured skull. Hewas in the hospital for two weeks. Lyn and I tookturns spending the night with him, holding histiny hand.Lyn blamed me for the accident. It wasmy fault because I should not have left her andthe children alone with Michele. She withdrewfrom me.One night, when I returned from BoxOne, Lyn was unusually quiet. "I don't know if Ishould tell you," she said. "Tell me what?" Iasked. "Matthew," she said. "What aboutMatthew?" I asked. "I let Matthew go upstairs towatch a movie at Howard's," she said. Howardwas a young man in his late twenties or earlythirties. He had been our upstairs neighbor for along time and had often been our babysitter. "Sowhat happened at Howard's?" I asked. "I think228