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And then, there's the pedophile across the street
May 16, 2006 | Category: Family, It's a Trip
The day before Easter, I was prepping up the ham while CD and Bear played T-ball in the back yard. A stranger came up the driveway, as I watched from the window. CD spotted him quickly and moved to intercept him while I headed down to the back door to keep an eye on Bear.
He was all "Do you live here?" to CD in a way that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
Yes.
He was....
a reporter.
Investigating yet another "Roman Catholic priest molested children" story, based on a new lawsuit that had been filed.
Except, in this case the ex-priest had already had several cases against him settled by the Church. Although the reporter was vague, he encouraged CD to do a search on the internet.
(Which I began immediately.)
And
The Guy across the street. The one that lives with his partner in the nicest house on the block. My co-planner in the block parties. A former priest who molested children.
I leaned against the wall, fighting nausea.
He's not in the National Sex Offenders Registry because he's never been convicted.
Dammit.
Don't ask me about innocent until proven guilty.
The next time he waved at me across the street, I wished him dead. It's visceral, gut-level hatred. And it has been with CD and I now for weeks.
We've told Bear that the guys across the street are not safe people any more. Thank God we were able to make the point clear and serious without going into detail. (Is there a right way to do this sort of thing?)
There's a pedophile across the street from our happy home in Pleasantville.
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