“Come along, child, let’s go…”
“No! I don’t want to — you’re not my Daddy.”
“It’s alright. Your Mommy said so. No arguing,” he whispers.
Across the park, benched, Mommy is gripped in conversation.
Suddenly, breathlessly. “Mommy, that man tried to take me…”
“Damn it, Melissa! Don’t make up stories!”
Carl Plumer
a scary scenario for any (observant) parent.