Villanueva Rewrite

Forty years later, the image of  my Mom, Dad, and I running for our lives still remains in my head. Running from that lunatic with the already bloody knife in Brooklyn.

I also remember the odd memory of sitting in our unfurnished living room with Mrs. Ashell and Dad walking in with a roll of linoleum. We lived at 41 Bartlett Street, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

At age four I recall walking alone from Bartlett to Lee's hand laundry. Nobody would even care that I was alone, or ask where my Mommy was.