Ursa Major

Heaven knows he was never an easy child, but from the morning I first woke to him frantically scratching my breast, I somehow knew he’d end up a crook . . . or maybe a cop.
     Perhaps it was the so-called father who disappeared before I had the chance to tell him not to make any plans for the next twenty years, or maybe later the calls from school and the interminable “anti-bullying” workshops, but at some point I figured I’d done all I could to lick the kid into shape, and it was time to get on with my life.