Excerpts 2 – Chester
The front door slammed! My heart jumped, recognizing impending rage. Chester’s unmistakable footsteps pounded the graveled pathway, growing louder and louder. Soon he would be in the backyard where I was playing. “What have we done now?” I hastily picked up the ball and jacks, eased inside the house and closed the door without making a sound, hoping he would not find me. As he neared, a crack in the door gave me a clear view of him holding that dreaded razor strap in his right hand, and tapping (READ MORE)