In my entire life I had never seen my father's uncovered body. Everyone was expected to be fully dressed at all times, morning, noon, and night, either dressed in street clothes or sleepwear. There were no exceptions. Daddy would send you away from the supper table if you dared expect to dine in a T-shirt. But the times were different now. If my father needed to be moved or roll over onto his side, I helped my mother.

I was shaving. One day at the age of 14, when my father saw what I was doing and asked if I was going to get some of that shaving cream out of my ears before I left the house. I continued trying to shave even though there was little if any hair on my face or for that matter any where else. Daddy also asked where I was headed to anyway. I said I was going to a movie.