The bullies.

My father Will, had a great story he used to tell about a run-in he had with the school bullies.
Mocked by mother nature, there is an age when girls grow before the boys, and you can be bullied by a GIRL!
argh!

There were 2 huge sisters with terrible reputations for what they did to unsuspecting little boys.

My father was walking home from school one day when it happened. He was walking down a narrow street, a couple blocks from home. The pair stood at the end of the block, their eyes locked with his, and his fate was sealed.

Sizing up his options, he decided to play it casual, continue towards them, acting as if he didn't know what was sure to come, and at the last moment, bolt for home.
Each step took him closer to his undoing, and like a pair of falcons, the sisters never took their eyes off of their prey. 20 feet, and counting, 10 feet, 7 feet, 5 feet--- the hair stood up on the back of Will's neck, as he readied himself.

Then, the sisters cocked their heads in unison, smiled gap-tooth, and the one on the left whipped out the biggest, reddest somewhat bruised and over-polished apple, from behind her back, and thrust it towards my father. He graciously accepted the apple, said thank you, and continued homewards.



My late father, man of 1000 stories. Like the time, he made believe he was an electrician, cut into a live wire with his jack knife and fell out the garage window. I might as well write them down once in a while, so I don't forget them.