Summer Screams Comments

The piercing scream of my daughter, Katherine, tore me away from the potato I was pealing at the kitchen sink. By the sound, I could tell she was running up the driveway, and something was terribly wrong. We reached the back door about the same time, and I threw the screen open. She ran inside and collapsed onto one of the kitchen chairs, sobbing hysterically. Between the sobs and trembling voice, I had trouble understanding what she was trying to tell me.

"I killed him, Mom … I killed him! "
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