Stepdad
Stepdad by Jenny Leeds as told by Tamara I liked John and I didn't like him. I liked him because he made my mother happy. These days she had a smile on her face and hummed or sang as she went about her housework or got into her nurse's uniform to go to her job. I didn't like him for the same reason, I guess. Plain old jealousy. My old man got himself killed in some kind of police action in Central America a dozen years ago when I was two, and I was used to being the "man...