We just happened to be there and heard a commotion and looked for just a minute before we were caught.
When I got home my worst fears were realized. Mrs J was talking to my mother as I walked in the door.
Mrs. J. and my mother were good neighbors and spoke often.
My mother, as I’ve said before, was a gentle Victorian Lady who always spoke softly.
I could tell that she was more upset and angry than I had ever seen her in my life.
It had always been my father who spanked or switched me when I committed some punishable act.
I knew from the look in her eyes that this was one of those times that she was going to take care of me and my bottom was in serious trouble.
