ABSTRACT
At the time when my father and I lived in the country with Jack and Orloff, we had a cow, Rusha, who gave us many calves all of whom we called Bimbo. My father killed one of them for meat. I did not see him do it. When he returned to the house after he had killed the calf, he was shaking. The sight of him troubled me for years to come. I knew he believed he had done some thing terrible. Because he was my father and because I was only seven years old, I could not believe that he could be so distraught and also mistaken about what he had done.
