One night our cook Esther had a date with Horace. They came back late and parked at the end of our driveway on Vernon Road. My parents were awakened by Esther’s screaming; “Mr. Currie!, Mr. Currie!
By that time Charles and i were awake and in our parents bedroom. Our father ran to the window which was facing Vernon Road and yelled: “Conca, give me my gun”. Horace got the hell out of there and a relieved and shaken Esther ran to the house where we met her in the kitchen.
We were all vey proud of Big Charlie’s creativity in the “moment”.
Horace die not return…
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