crazy chester

by underswansea

Always liked the smell of cabbage and broth. Some said it smelled poor. In houses with front porch kitchens, it smelled rich. The fight happened in bedrooms away from the children. The drinking was right up front. He was personable at first. The kids heard it anyway. Free, he used to say. Later he sputtered. Free was far from it. Lost were the peaks and riverbeds. It was all against him and he blamed it so.