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a keyhole, but couldn’t see anything. When I saw my Aunt Corrie come out of her bedroom, I said, “Did Uncle Bill spend the night,
or did he leave his hat?” I got no answer.

I later found out that Aunt Corrie told my daddy that I couldn’t come during the summers anymore because I was interfering with
her social life. That wasn’t altogether true because I visited my Aunt Corrie many more summers at another home where her

courtships were handled differently.

One summer, I visited my Aunt Corrie’s sister-in-law, Aunt Wilma, who also was a hairdresser. I was introduced to a girl who was

about my age of eleven or twelve to develop a friendship with her. On one particular Saturday, we went to a movie matinee with the

instructions that after the movie, we were to catch a cab back home. The movie was almost ending, and we began to discuss how we
were told to go home. Little did I know that a man seated behind us was listening to our conversation. He tapped us on our shoulder

and said he was the cab driver to pick us up. I told my friend, we had better go with him because those were our instructions to come
back home with the cab driver. Well, my friend said, “No.” She was very smart, but not me! I went with this guy and needless to say,

he was not a cab driver.

We walked and walked, and I finally said, “Where is your cab?” He said it was parked down the street. We walked for miles and went

under a bridge until we reached a vacant lot. A ragged empty house was on the property; I got really scared and started crying. He said,
“Shut up, or I will hurt you!” Next door to the vacant lot, an old man was sitting on the porch looking at us. He just watched and said

nothing as the man dragged me into the house. Inside, there was an empty chair, and he sat me on his lap as he sat in the chair. He

started pulling my pants down and started to unzip his pants. I screamed, and he yelled, “Shut up!”

I hopped off his lap and started running as fast as I could back to the theater and caught a cab. It had to have been 3 or 4 hours later.

When I arrived at my aunt’s home, the police were there, and my friend was telling them what happened. Everyone was worried. I