I grew up with my small family of just my mother, my father and I in a small town just outside of St.
He had a roguish smile that spoke of mischief and passion as he eagerly devoured his young virgin.
He was tall and handsome and had eyelashes that appeared so long as to touch the top of his eyebrows.
It was good that my mother had the opportunity to tell my father how much she loved him, even though he was not aware of even our presence.
I did not realize that we were missing a television as our evenings were spent reading and listening to the radio.
We had a good life.