The second time I remember being at Lynn's house, it was a Friday. I know it was a Friday because Dukes of Hazard  was on television and I hated that show. It was dumb in a way I already knew at a very young age I didn't enjoy. At some point, Lynn sent me to bed--well, a pallet on the floor, made with thick blankets and a quilt made by someones hands and not bought at a store. I was asleep and it was very dark in the room when Tim, Lynn's younger stupid brother and by that I mean, he was really not bright at all, came in the room and touched me. In ways that were wrong, because I already knew they were wrong. After the Pumpkin House, my mother taught me a bit about good touch and bad touch and strangers, etc...

I didn't tell anyone, because I think I already knew and understood that it didn't matter. These sorts of things happened to some people and I was one of those people. And, I was suppose to be happy about the new sitter. There were other children to play with now and dinners and sometimes even ice cream.