When I was but a child, I lived down the street from a grocery store. I would go to the liquor department to buy candy, because that’s where the candy was.
The kindly old clerk would save me old pennies he found in the change. I got interested in coin collecting. He found me some fairly scarce ones. It was nice to have this grown-up friend.
When I was ten we moved away. When I was thirteen I came back to visit my stepfather, and managed to make my way back to the grocery store to see if the clerk was still there.
He still was! I was so delighted to see him.
After I greeted him and reminded him of who I was, he reached out and groped my breast. He looked away. Then he handed me a chocolate-covered cherry and waved me out of the store.
He’d remembered they were my favorites.
What I remember from this was being so disappointed in him.