Thursday, October 19, 2006
Six shots rang out in the cold basement. As Mrs. Clark felt the muzzle finally press against the back of her head, the last thought that entered her mind almost made her laugh: "I hope the tree looks nice from outside."
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Tears streamed down Jeffrey's face. His father, marching off to a war that neither of them understood, tapped his chest and then pointed at his son. Jeffrey was now certain: he'd never see his father alive again.