See underneath the grill the charcoal's on?"I had to lower my head to get the right angle but I could see that the section below the charcoal was fill...ed with pieces of newspaper, crunched up into balls the size of a handball. I nodded my head.He reached under the grill and rotated a piece of metal. It opened up three holes at the bottom of the kettle close to an inch in diameter each. He handed me a long lighter. Mom used one similar to light the fireplace on those few occasions when it was. Now to this day I don’t think it was intentional but with Kimmy’s goofing off and pinching me it solidified, to mom, the fact that we were fighting and not that I was trying to get into my little sister’s pants. That took a lot off my mind. The three of us sat and ate dinner as we always did; mom at the end of the table, Kimmy and I across from each other. Dad had passed away a couple years prior in a work related, so now it was the three of us. His insurance paid for the car and the house and. I wasn’t half a block away when a cop car pulled me over. I had trouble finding my ID, I finally gave it to him with my rental agreement.He made me get out of the car. Walk this line. I could barely see the line he pointed at. It’s fucking January and there’s three inches of snow on the ground that the stupid city hasn’t figured out how to remove from the streets. And it’s freezing-your-ass-off weather. He’s making me stand there freezing and shaking while he shines a light in my eyes and asks. Again, there was no warmth here, no cosy chairs, no family pictures crammed onto mantlepieces. A cold and impersonal room that matched my cold and impersonal marriage. I switched the television on to lessen the oppressive atmosphere but my mind was elsewhere. Back to the summer of 1976 and a sweet-faced girl on the brink of womanhood. We had always been friends for as long as I could remember. We lived two doors apart and our parents knew each other from way back. I have pictures of us in the.