Can I tempt you with my childhood game?
That of gleaning shells from the shorelines
When the shells I gather will serve as bribe at dusk?
And then those shells will land on our table with an extra
sermon from mom,
Never to go to the sea without a ‘proper’ chaperone…
But I know, I know. I
can’t just tempt you this time.
After bedtime I would crawl downstairs, best small canister vacuum dead-tired, and go check in all the boys, track down the missing ones, then come back into our faculty apartment.
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