Marilyn's Diary

I loved my Grandpa. Not the way I loved my Uncle Herman because he was not like that. But I loved him all the same.

You see he came to Transylvania to rescue me after that unfortunate incident with my parents and the villagers with the pitchforks and torches. He came with my Aunt Lily and took me back to California. And when Uncle Herman saw my nubile body he just took me. Again and again. Until I was sore.

I knew that Grandpa suspected what was happening with Uncle Herman. He might not have of approved but he understood. You see he had a very different lifestyle.

He had a bunch of famous Hollywood friends. Tony Randal. Rock Hudson. Sal Mineo. He even used to hang around with James Dean. He knew sports stars too. Sandy Koufax used to sleep over in the same coffin with all the time and Ted Williams came by whenever he was in town. He didn't talk about his famous friends. In fact he talk about much at all.

You see had seen some hard times. He had been a policeman for many years in the Bronx. But he got in trouble. Not because he shot someone. Or because he was on the take. Although he was a taker and not a giver.

There was an incident in the Locker room of the 53rd precinct. You see he asked Gunther Toody and he told.

It was 1963.