And my dad didn’t get too personal with them. He didn’t tell them they did a “lousy job” raising their son or anything.
As far as he was concerned, the only important thing was getting their help to keep their son away from his daughter.
Once that was settled, he left them to deal with their family and came home to deal with his. At least that’s how he put it.
The one thing I did ask my dad was about the boy’s problems at home. Whether or not he thought the parents hit their son.
He told me to mind my own business. Because he didn’t know and would never ask and didn’t think it mattered.
“Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it’s no excuse.” That’s all he said.
And then we went to watch television. My sister is still mad at me, but my dad said I did the right thing.
I hope that I did, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. Love always, Charlie
October 28, 1991
Dear friend, I’m sorry I haven’t written to you in a couple of weeks, but I have been trying to “participate” like Bill said.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
Also, when I write letters, I spend the next two days thinking about what I figured out in my letters.
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