Overheard at the Playground
b.rox
Published: January 22nd, 2010
Yesterday afternoon I stopped by the playground on the Jeff Davis neutral ground with my daughter. We approached Serpent Mound at the same time as a trio of kids in elementary school uniforms.
I noticed the youngest child, a girl with a withered arm, was crying. I asked if she was OK. One of the other children, a boy just a few years older, said, “I slapped her.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I’m her brother,” he said, as if that explained everything. Maybe it…
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