Fiction | September 01, 1991
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After the night the sheriff came ang got old Alfonso it was like he vanished from earth. Melvina didn’t seem like she missed him, and never mentioned his name except when me and Roy said, “Tell us about the time old Alfonso got after you with that knife, Melvina. Tell us about him Busting the door down with the axe. Tell about when he tried to choke you with a piece of clothesline. Tell about when ya’ll tied him to that chair in the yard. Tell…”
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