July 1964
Grhgh! … damnaaaa …helllllff … haaaaachf
The growl from behind the door of the back bedroom shook young Nate close to tears. Inside, the old man beat his hands against the makeshift railings attached with C-clamps in Horace’s haphazard way to each side of the bed. Despite his frail health, or perhaps because of it, and awake or asleep – and Nate…
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