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Chapter 2
Iguessshewaspraying.ShewasaCatholic,butmyfatherhatedchurches.Everylittlewhilehe’dgrowloutwhathe’ddotoMaywhenshedidcomehome.
"Abouteleveno’clockbothof’emwentintothebedroom,buttheyleftthelightburninginthekitchen.Icouldhearthemtalkingforalongtime.TwoorthreetimesinthenightIwokeupandsawmymotherlookingoutfromthebedroom.Hereyeslookedjustlikewhitestones."
Jimturnedfromthewindowandsatdownonthecot.Harrywasdigginghispencilintothedesktop.Jimsaid,"WhenIwokeupthenextmorningitwassunshinyoutside,andthatlightwasstillburning.Itgivesyouafunny,lonelyfeelingtoseealightburninginthedaytime.Prettysoonmymothercameoutofthebedroomandstartedafireinthestove.Herfacewasstiff,andhereyesdidn’tmovemuch.Thenmyfathercameout.Heactedjustasthoughhe’dbeenhitbetweentheeyes—slugged.Hecouldn’tgetawordout.Justbeforehewenttowork,hesaid,‘IthinkI’llstopinattheprecinctstation.Shemightofgotrunover.’
"Well,Iwenttoschool,andrightafterschoolIcamehome.Mymothertoldmetoaskallthegirlsifthey’dseenMay.BythattimethenewshadgotaroundthatMaywasgone.Theysaidtheyhadn’tseenMayatall.Theywereallshiveryaboutit.Thenmyfathercamehome.He’dbeentothepolicestationonthewayhome,too.Hesaid,‘Thecopstookadescription.Theysaidthey’dkeeptheireyespeeled.’
"Thatnightwasjustliketheonebefore.Myoldmanandmymothersittingsidebyside,onlymyfatherdidn’tdoanytalkingthatsecondnight.Theyleftthelightonallnightagain.Thenextdaymyoldmanwentbacktothestationhouse.
