Fiction | September 01, 2001

Threats where coming from everywhere–voices on the answering machine, vicious notes under the car wipers.  There was a brick on the bathroom floor, shards of glass from the broken window and a sheet of paper creased under a rubber band.  Bern in Hell! was scribbled in purple chalk on our front steps.

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