Musings
MUSINGS By Betty Noone I was an adult before I was told that until I was 10 year old my parents dressed me in hand-me-downs, because I was too pretty, and they feared that I could be prey to a molester. It was a joke in the family before I reached puberty that my father was probably the milkman as I didn't resemble any of my parents nor my two older siblings. I had fair skin, a pug nose and small chin. It was summertime and I was eleven years old,...