Flashback!

Tonight, I'm innocently playing a computer card game . . . no gambling involved, just a friendly game of cards against a chicken. And I'm struck by a horrifying flashback!

Years ago, someone I know left their child in my care. Now, not to really blame the victim here . . . or make it all the mother's fault . . . but, HELLO! MONKEY! Who leaves their child in the care of a monkey? Especially an escaped monkey?

Anyway, this is what I remembered doing to the child . . . and oh, I'm nearly too ashamed to admit it.

I made the child . . . and innocent and sweet child who had not yet been faced with school yard bullies or demanding teachers . . . I made her call the local radio station and request a song. Oh, I cringe at the memory . . . I made that lovely child request . . .

Chaka Khan

I have this urge to search out her name on the internet and send her flowers and gifts in apology. I just hope she blocked it from her memory. I just wish I could again.