Just out of the fifth grade, she played Monopoly with her parents- one of the few times they were willing to play this game, her favorite. "There's no guarantee that Monopoly will ever end," her mother whined.
But when it did end, and our girl won, Mother bent down next to her at the dining room table, running a hand up her shin. "You've been shaving your legs, haven't you?"
Mother didn't mean to be cruel, but the girl was humiliated, as if she'd been caught rubbing herself against the corner of her bed. She hid under her bed for the rest of the day, listening to popular radio, loud, songs repeating ever couple of hours.
Her father brought her peanut butter crackers. He said, "It's really no big deal."
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