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I wouldn’t leave well enough alone.
     
                  “Why, what did I do wrong, please Momma, please?”
     
                  “Young lady I said no! Now leave it!”
     
                  I hounded her for an explanation why we could not.“Momma why are you saying no to me?”
     
                  I had started thinking that she didn’t like Abram, or something. I guess.  I threw one of my notorious tantrums , that is until Poppa happen to come home, and got caught up in my little outburst…
     
                  “Young lady you stop that at once, or I’ll tan you butt, you hear me.”
     
                  I guess I came to my wits, and decided it was not worth a spanking. Especially when I spotted Poppa’s belt was now out - oh I grew too hate that belt.
     
                  She responded to my confusion, once she realized I probably was not going to leave well enough alone.
     
                  “Hana darling               I would like to talk to you, you have to understand boys and girls just don’t do that sort of thing - like sleep together, in the very same room unsupervised, or in your case, a tree-house,               unless they're married, or they are brother and sister. It is not proper in God’s eyes. Do you understand what I am trying to say?”
     
                  I was mad at my Momma, but I didn’t dare argue - I knew my place, once she had brought God into the equation - she wasn’t playing fair. I knew then that the battle was over; I lost, and didn’t understand why! I knew it was not going to happen but, I still didn’t understand what exactly she was so worried about. I couldn’t work out what she thought was going to happen. Of course, I had yet to gain knowledge of the birds and bees, or I might have understood Momma’s concerns.  I still hadn’t been told where babies came from, or perhaps I might have understood what she was worried about – or perhaps not – our friendship and bond was an innocent one, even back then.
     
                  Being that I was such a curious natured girl, I guess Momma was feeling bad. That night while Momma was giving me my bath, just about the time my hair was all lathered up with soap, I asked the loaded question all parents dread and fear coming. They all know the day will be arriving all soon enough with children, but always hope that it’s not that day today.
     
                  “Momma how are boys and girls - different from one another?”
     
                  Momma face surprised me when she suddenly turned a color shade of beet red, she also began an unexplained coughing sort of choking uncomfortable sound. She was silent for a moment; as she thought it out carefully exactly how she was to answer me back straightforwardly. In fact, for the first time that I can recall in my young life that she was a bit tongue - cried , and apprehensive. I could see her trying to answer me, and divert me at the same time; her words were hesitant, and very carefully chosen. I could sense something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell you what. You would understand that if you’re a parent. And to be candid, I was even more befuddled afterwards, thanks to Momma’s story sort of response - but seeing that Momma wasn’t making any sort of sense, I went ahead and played along. I think Momma was relieved that it was all over with, that I accepted what she had said. In truth, I did not understand at all.
     
                  When I went to bed that night, I was determined that if Momma was not going to tell me the truth, then I would have to find out for myself. I devised an elaborate plan - so I thought at the time.
     
                  Besides being summer the Abram and I went on a daily of trips or explorations, and with our eight-year-old ability of imagination, we turned