For Love or Money
My family was divorced, so I went to see my dad on the weekend, and he had to get me a babysitter while he went to work. Kelly was the first girl that I really got to know, not counting my mom. She liked playing boy games too, and she was really good at playing dead. Not like a dog, but if we’re playing Western, all I had to do was point, and say “Bang!” “Ugh!” she’d clutch at her heart, “You got me!” Then, she’d kneel, go down on her other knee, and finally fall down, rolling over so her arms flopped out like a rag doll. Most of my friends wanted to play Star Wars, but when you said “Pew Pew!” they always said “You missed!” and made “Woong Woong!” noises, and hit …