West Point Cadets

As a child I did not stay at home and when I was, Eddie was always with me. Eddie’s father had worked for my father. I asked my father once, I know you are a millionaire, can you buy Eddie for me so I can always be around him. And he did. I never was at home. And my mother covered for me. My father never discussed Disneyland or the Ambassador with my brother or sister or anyone. Their children never heard stories about Titans or anything. My father never shared. And I stopped living at home when Eddie moved and my mother covered for me. My mother did not like me. I had a scar across my face that reminded her of things of the past that hurt inside. And my father – I don’t know why. Perhaps he was too busy. But we talked after the Cadets had staid and my parents let me graduate in sixth grade and go to school where I traveled and staid with family friends to let me experience what they thought more important than rigorous education. And there was Eddie with me. Eddie was two years older. We were straight. We were just kids. He had tutored me in school. He had told them, let him teach me and preparing the lessons will teach him. We were geniuses and I had been hit in the left cortex. The rest of my life the adults around made sure that Eddie and my life was filled with the accomplishment that we needed. Eddie was with me. We were responsible kids. My father’s favorite. My mother was teaching me how to lie. Now don’t tell about the bike. Now don’t tell about the 7up on the plane. My father was a multimillionaire Military Contractor in the sixties. My Great Aunt was in Burbank. Eddie and I traveled.