Sep 01 1992
That One Particular Game
In the summer of 1974, my father rewarded me for graduating from sixth grade by giving me to my mother. He and his new girlfriend — a woman whose age could be derived, I’d determined, by substracting my age from my father’s — were bound for the Virgin Islands. When on the day of their departure I impetuously inquired, “Why Virgin Islands?” Linda giggled and said, “Honey, you got me!”