THE SECOND TIME Auncil’s picture appeared in the Gleaner, his mother blocked his path with her big body. She tried preventing him from riding his beloved bike, even if just with friends. Every time she noticed he was dressed for sport, she’d head for the door.
Auncil hated this new obstacle to the world outside his home and hated even more the accompanying lectures about the dangers of life. He was already twenty-one. He did not need to hear her sighs and grumbles, her saying, “I don’t know why you have to live so. You must want me go to a’ early grave. A that you want? Eeh?”