Tangled Web?

This is a memory I have kept under my hat, so to speak, for about 70 years. I was in Boy Scout Troop 132 which was sponsored by Saint Joseph’s Catholic Church here in Marietta. We met in different places, I remember when I first joined me met in the office building of the Clay Homes. After that we me in the basement of the County Extension Building behind the Court House. Next, and the last place I remember meeting of the public building of the Marietta Place Homes on Fairground Street. The public building was in the center of the small brick apartments rows, next to a baseball field, which the Pony League played their games at. The building me met at had a basketball court, which could be converted to a banquet hall. I have always been early for things. I don’t know why, I still do. I usually arrive about one hour before. On a scout meeting evening, I arrived in the Marietta Place big building , early, as usual. Also early was a boy I was in school with, I don’t remember his first name and his father. I think his father wanted to sit in on a meeting. I knew about his father already, probably his son told me about him. His father was a professional illustrator. His son told me he was known for his TIME Magazine covers. The doors to the building were locked. The scout leaders had not arrived yet. That happens sometimes when you are early. We stood around, near the door talking. The grown man added to the conversation. Back then, I was proud of my quick wit. I don’t remember what wise-ass crack I said, but the illustrator slapped me. It was nothing offensive, or, I thought so. I was speechless. I was stunned. A grown person, other than my parents earlier on, had hit me. I think I left, offended.. What I thought about a lot in the next days was should I tell my parents? I decided not to. My mother I know would get even and my father probably could not ignore it because he was Chief of Police of Cobb County. Of course, the illustrator would deny it, so if might end up being a tangled web.