She knew better but felt she had no choice.
Her mother was at work.
She was home with her two brothers, one older at nine, one younger at five.
The man at the door kept knocking.
He wore a uniform.
She and her brothers panicked.
One of them opened the door.
The man strode in without apology and looked around.
He saw three little kids and no adults.
Years later, the details were blurry.
No matter, she did not want to remember.
But she did remember, if only imperfectly.
She never forgot the man’s face as he fondled her.
She was scared and crying.
Her little brother was scared and crying.
Her older brother was scared, crying and mad that he could not protect his little sister. He was almost ten.
She and her brothers never spoke about this.
Lori Greer in Portland 
I’ve wondered sometimes whether I would open the door if someone in a uniform stood there, especially if they flashed a badge. What a nightmare for the poor girl. I hope she’s been able to put it into a slot way far back in her brain so it doesn’t bother her anymore.
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Terrifying.
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It was a tough deal for my friend. I was surprised when she told me. I think sharing helped her. I hope so.
Thank you for reading & commenting. Stay dry & safe with the upcoming storm.
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Ditto
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Dreadful – well stated
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I do not like things like this but who does
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The scars those encounters leave within us Lori, and for us all in our many ways. But mainly emotionally, holding us in those patterns, ever rearing their pain. And we will understand, as our heart grows in experiencing them all in those years of growth, to go through them, even if the reminder of those scars stays with us and affects us in so many ways. But those walls will be faced, a great courage to go beyond them, like that sharing with you, and a love built daring those very things. May the truth of that understanding of a very profound love found, set them free from what went before ❤️🙏
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This really brings out the worst in me in that I want to do very, very, nasty things to the perpetrator!
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