Bullies, Bad Words, and My Cousin the English Oracle
“Fuck you!” I declared proudly and slightly belligerently, head held high.My tormentor cocked her blonde head and examined me thoughtfully. “OK.” She finally pronounced. “Where?”My mouth dropped open. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. At all.The night before, I had called my cousin. Of course I did. We had come to America in 1979 when I was eight years old. My family had no English, $300 to our name, and hardly any clothes. But my aunt, uncle and ten-year old cousin had been here for two...
