One of the mots horrific things that ever happened to me when I was a child sort of still haunts me to this day.
Her name? Faye Hammons.
She introduced my parents to one another. Well, she and probably a ton of other people claim to have done that.
But she was, um, … well, kind of gross.
I wrote a short story once for my fiction workshop class and described her clearly.
The class pretty much decided she wasn’t a believable character. But I really didn’t exaggerate on my description of her.
She would chase us down to get kisses from us. I hid behind my dad and was sometimes able to escape her, but my sister would run and eventually lose the battle. She’d get kissed.
Once, this lady paid a little boy a dollar if he’d let her kiss him.
He lost too.