I reckon today is good a time as any to tell y'all about the murder we had here in Harper. It was a cold night, I think one night after Christmas just after the war (WWII) was over. Me and grandpa and grandma and my momma was sitting around by the fire. We was busy digesting the good leftovers from Christmas. Y'all know how good Christmas leftovers is. All of a sudden we heard this loud siren (we pronounce it sireeen) howling past our house. It was heading toward the east side of the lake where all the doctors and lawyers lived back then. Now they've all moved out close to the state park. We said amongst ourselves that it must be some kind of medical emergency. We never dreamed it was a murder.
Tomorrow: Silas becomes Silent
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