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All the advertised material is reviewed before publishing. Your country not here? Contact us. Even If It Takes Forever. Taboo The tragedy is, I knew what they were doing to her. It broke my heart! Living in a close-knit neighborhood of Portland, it is impossible to keep secrets.
The hills most definitely have eyes! When a thirteen-year old girl starts skipping classes and makes seemingly one call too many at the homestead of a renowned womaniser, it is going to arouse suspicion - my suspicion! I can't say as I knew Patti that well. After all, I was just the humble mail-man and back then - still in my late twenties I guess. But ah, how beautiful was she? From the time she was knee-high to a grasshopper, she would so often run out to the mailbox and stare up at me with those alert little eyes scanning mine, her long dark hair cascading down to her backside almost, willing me to hand her the day's mail that she would then scamper inside with excitedly.
I saw less of her once she started school, but on occasions I would still see her strolling home in the summer months, skipping along the sidewalk and letting her hands run along the tops of hedgerows and picket fences, leaving in her wake, the very essence of seemingly incorruptible childhood innocence.
I was careful to never let her see me, but I would make a point of being on hand around the time school was out, just so I could watch her for a few moments. She captured my heart. Developmentally she was ahead of the pack, no doubt about that. Whether or not this contributed to her downfall though, I have no idea - nor is it really my place to speculate.
