When Kevin was about 14, he and I lived alone in
Rosemont. I left for work about an hour or so before Kevin left
for school. One morning, I left for work as usual, but about half
way there I realized that I had forgotten something. I turned around
and went back home to get it.
Since I lived there, I didn't bother to knock -
I just barged in through the front door. Kevin was sitting in my
recliner, smoking a cigar from a pack I'd left, and reading a Penthouse
magazine. He looked up at me with the most sheepish look on his
face …. I felt so embarrassed for him that I didn't even mention
the cigar and magazine - I announced that I'd forgotten something,
proceeded to the item, picked it up, and left the house, telling
him to have a good day at school on the way out. We never spoke
another word of the incident … ever.
