My Great Grandma
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LeFevre had fourteen children, and my Papa said that she
started at the age of thirteen. A dissipated, loose-living man. A little love from him
would be enough. She used his own gun against him, a method that
was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got
it right. The Law was around the corner and down the
narrow hall, puffing a Virginia Slims Menthol in frantic
sips, teetering uncomfortably out of an emergency exit
door. He
was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively
harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. He pointed to where the lights still burned in
Anna’s windows. Her scream shook the
windows of the sedan. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One
wants to be CLEAN.
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