“Mommy has a new boyfriend.”
Six year old Erica was eating a cheese and pickle sandwich on the school playground. Her little blond playmate, Sam, sat swinging her thin legs back and forward. “Is he nice?”
“He bought me candy,” Erica replied through a mouthful of bread. “But he smells weird. And he’s started growing plants in the backyard.”
Sam giggled. “What’s his name?”
“John Carr… Carreras.” She stumbled over the pronunciation. “Mommy told me not to tell anyone but it doesn’t matter ‘cuz we’re friends, right?”
Erica was startled awake the next morning to the sound of shouting and the front door being bashed down. Sam’s father was a policeman.