Stranger One afternoon a knock came to our door. Mom said for me to open it. A stranger in a black suit greeted me with a big smile. "Is your mom in there?" the man asked. "Uh-huh," I answered with my big toothed grin. "Where is she? Can I talk to her?" "Mom!" I called out. "A man wants to talk to you!" I heard mom's footsteps. She stood beside me on the door way "Get inside Billy," mom said in a stern voice she reserves when she's mad at me. But what did I do wrong? I heard screaming on the doorway Then the door slammed loudly Mom went back inside with a frown on her face "Who is that mom?" I asked "No one," she answered with the same stern voice I know she was lying I saw pictures of the man under her bed once Papa doesn't know But who is he? We have the same mole under the side of our lips