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I was four when I learned to read. My trick was to ask my mother what the store signs read as we passed by on the streetcar. She didn't realize that I took in her answers as reading lessons. When I turned pages in the morning paper she thought I was looking at the pictures only. One day when I was struggling with the movie ads I asked her what 'whore' meant. That's when she discovered I could read. It didn't make her happy, though. She thought it was horrible that I spoke such words.
My father sailed around the world as a chief engineer in the merchant navy so I didn't see him much more... Biography, Contact Author, Read Reviews, |
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Books • Fragments of Decency • On No Account Short Stories • A Sort of Justice Articles • Portrait of a Poor Trait • Thriller Reading and Writing • Tricky Decisions News • A NEW THRILLER • Sailing by the Compass |
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