The field is full of
fruit. It's picking time. Fred wires the big speakers in the trees so
the workers can listen to their music. The accordions remind him of
the polkas he learned back in dancing school. Dusty Thursday nights
where he learned which girls you could touch and where.
It wasn't till he
was in his 20's that he learned that his gropings were not a secret
to his parents and that this was their goal. Apparently they were
worried that their poetry-loving little boy was headed down the wrong
sexual path. Fred Smiles. They were so wrong.
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