Don't Mess With MomWindow Lit Magazine
There had been a series of break-ins in the projects. Crazy people—poor stealing from poor. No one had alarms except my mother. Every night after putting us kids to sleep and reading she loaded up the Ouija board with glasses and carried it around placing glasses on top of the lower window frames.
The Road Runner and Yosemite Sam went on the kitchen window while Davy Crockett, 2 Yartzeit glasses and Snow White went on the two living room windows. After that, a chair tilted under the door knobs front and back and upstairs mom went with the bread knife, a broomstick and her Pall Malls ready for anything that might get through her perimeter defenses.