Fiction | September 01, 1992

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In the summer of 1974, my father rewarded me for graduating from sixth grade by giving me to my mother. He and his new girlfriend — a woman whose age could be derived, I’d determined, by substracting my age from my father’s — were bound for the Virgin Islands. When on the day of their departure I impetuously inquired, “Why Virgin Islands?” Linda giggled and said, “Honey, you got me!”

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