PART 3-I was scrubbing a courthouse floor when I received a call informing me that the county sheriff had shot my seventeen-year-old son through both kneecaps, and that the man had smiled as he screamed.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” “I did.” “When?” “Who do you think gave Dr. Donnelly your secure number?” I stared at her. Harold had been the person who told me …
PART 3-I was scrubbing a courthouse floor when I received a call informing me that the county sheriff had shot my seventeen-year-old son through both kneecaps, and that the man had smiled as he screamed. Read More