Opal

Autobiography of a fatherless child

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Chapter Two

That afternoon as soon as I got home, Grace had to leave for work. So we piled into our old metallic-brown Rambler and she dropped me off at Opal’s, my babysitter.

Opal Walsh lived in a trailer court which was even older than she was. Its single road was crumbling into black clumps as burrowing tree roots broke through…