Childhood Story

“My Dad thought he had real pretty feet.  He would lay back in his chair with his bare feet up on a hassock.  He would have Billy Sunday on the radio and he’d fall asleep but if we tried to change the station he’d wake up.  I remember braiding his hair while he sat there and Roy would roll cigarettes for him.  He was supposed to give us a penny for every dozen we rolled but he never paid up.”