And the Angels Sigh
A Novel of Virginias
"Alcohol fueled his anger and by the time Chuck reached home at 3:00 a.m., he had once again convinced himself that his surviving nine-year-old son must be severely punished for some imaginary, unpardonable infraction.
But the boy had inherited his deceased mother’s intellect and long before Chuck came staggering home, the nine-year-old had taken refuge in the crawl space beneath the house. He slept there most nights and, for the most part, was perfectly content, particularly after he had filched a wool blanket for warmth from a neighbor’s clothesline."
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