15 and getting away with it
Day 10 of The Seal: A 30-Day Micro-Memoir Series
When I was 15, we lived in a Spanish-style house with an orange tree out front.
The blue in the kitchen tiles matched the cornflowers on the tureens we served food from at dinner time when my stomach cramped from the pills I had taken just days before.
My mother had two paramedics come check me out. I told them it was an accident and all three of them bel…
