1934by Charlotte Forbes
Everyone in Santa Rosalia said to stay away from you. “That girl is a hard one,” they said, “and a round heels too,” which in those days meant a girl who went down easy for a boy.
That’s just what I wanted to learn from you, how to be hard and easy at once.
I didn’t know there was anything else to know.
Then on that stifling Saturday I let you tell your Mama you were staying the night at my house.
“Where should I tell my Mama I’m staying?” I asked you.
You looked beyond me. “Wherever you want.”
I shut my eyes and saw my Papa’s face collapse and Mama’s tears run down her cheeks if they found us out.
Still, I went with you.