I was alone. I was only seven. I stood proper and alone until midnight.
I thought they were the sounds of balloons exploding. I heard a woman
begging for a doctor. I saw the crowd walking around in disbelief,
trying to stop what was happening.
Someone who would take away the eyes of Bobby Kennedy.
I went to my mother’s room and said that Mr. Kennedy had just been killed.
She said that that had happened a long time ago.
I said no the other one.
