The old storm door creeked open, and out stepped my parents, all dressed up. Daddy's Mennen aftershave preceeded him.
Mama announced with a gleam in her eye that they were going to a dirty movie, the one on Highway 70 south of Raleigh. She also giggled and held my daddy's arm as they walked to the car in the driveway.
I sat there a bit off center with that news, and I wondered why they told me which one. Were they worried that I might accidently show up?
The evening progressed. I remained on the porch. This was Saturday evening. After leaving to attend school in Chapel Hill, I had lost touch with most of the people from my high school. Besides, most of them had formed couples, some had married, and I saw no reason to attempt to penetrate that veneer.
More to the point, working the week in tobacco leaves a body tired.
Maybe an hour and a half after dark, my patents pulled into the yard. They had returned far earlier than I expected.
They stepped out of the car and walked to the door separately where Mama announced that the movie had made her sick.
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