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A young man has come to call on Debbie while her family is at a Cub Scout meeting.
Debbie learns the hard way why it’s best to follow parental instructions,
plus one more clue to Krista’s inability to speak.
I run to the bedroom and hover over the crib in the darkness trying to come up with a solution. If I stay away for more than a minute, Mickey will probably follow me down the hall.
“Just tell him the truth,” I coach myself. “Tell him you don’t like to deliberately disobey your parents.”
As I push away from the crib and turn to walk toward the door, another body slams into mine, and strong arms tighten around me. Mickey’s voice says, “Now, I’ve got you.” I sense his face searching for mine.
Is he going to force me to kiss him? Is he going to hurt me? This is why my parents tell me not to let anyone in the house when they’re not home.
And how dare he follow me after I told him to stay put.
I become the Tasmanian Devil in a Bugs Bunny cartoon. I scream. I kick. I punch. “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”
My foot connects solidly with his shinbone. He lets go and backs away. “What’s the matter with you?”
In the lighted hallway, he stands on one leg and rubs his shin, acting like he’s the injured party.
Come to think of it, he is injured.
“Get out! Get out of my house. And don’t come back.” I chase him down the hall, through the kitchen, and out the door. I don’t stop yelling until he hobbles past the end of the driveway.
Shaking, I relock the door and then return to the bedroom to check on Krista. Boy, can that baby sleep. With all my screaming, Phil and Wayne would have come running to my rescue from the back yard, but Krista was a few feet away and never woke up. She hadn’t even rolled to her other side.
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