Four Deaths and Three Funerals

Home Correspondence Four Deaths and Three Funerals

It was one in the morning, and my headlights were cutting a tunnel of light above the road through the woods by the Whissonsett turn, when an image suddenly dropped right in front of me like a slide before the lamp of an old-fashioned projector.  It was a . . .

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