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M. E. KERR

The Foot Dragger

My father thought the reason my older brother was mean was that he was short. He’d grow out of it.

When he came in late at night, while my parents were asleep, I would hear him heading toward our bedrooms. He would drag one foot and take his time climbing the stairs.

Step . . . drag . . . step . . . drag. Heavy breathing. The door handle turned.

I decided two could play this game. As the handle turned, I’d jump out at him. I was ready for him. Step . . . drag. The heavy breathing. He was there.

“Gotcha, Paul!” I threw open the door and saw him.

This very tall man.