Mourners, faces barely visible under dripping umbrellas, lined the drive. Though, I make out Mr King , he and my father go back and so...

Aunty Shelley shut down the culprit of those words with a quickness. 'Honey.' David when I hadn't moved. My feet didn’t seem to...

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