Well, I'm scared of him anyway. We agreed that we would indeed do nothing. If we were confronted, we would lie. And if we lied, we would say an extra prayer. The prayers were long and windy that Sunday morn-ing.
Good folks get mur-dered.
White trash like the Siscos get killed. I had watched a man get killed. Suddenly I felt the urge to sneak back into the sanctuary and start praying. I knew I was guilty of something. To buy this book, click here.