May 9, 1990
St. Louis, Missouri
“Daddy’s dead!” Navena came running through the kitchen, back screen door slamming in her wake. “I saw it, Mama. I saw it.”
Then she fainted at her mother’s feet.
“Not my husband! Not today!” Audrey Ann Larimore spun toward the window above the sink.
Outside, the wind hissed. Silence pierced the air. There were no strains of “God Bless the Child” that always accompanied her husband’s work. No… Continue
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