50×365: Bill K.

October 10, 2008

It was Halloween. I was sixteen and in your wife’s choir, and I was visiting my friend, your daughter, before we went to a party.  I was dressed as Mary-Katherine Gallagher, and you kept making remarks about my legs.  I felt dirty.  You were – are – a disgustingly puerile, out-of-touch man.

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