It was a Saturday morning and I was outside watching my son Richard play. It felt quite warm for May and summer was definitely on its way. At the time of this story, Richard was not quite two and I was pregnant with my second baby. I lived in a nice two bedroom home in a good neighborhood inLanham,Marylandand my husband had gone to work for the day.
Next door to me lived my Uncle Ray. He was my uncle on my grandmother’s side and he and his family were renting from neighbors who had moved out of state. Uncle Ray had four children and he and my Aunt Neomi worked during the day. I didn’t get to see them much, mainly just on the weekends.
While I was standing there watching Richard, Uncle Ray came over and