March 1966
On a November Afternoon
Our lives are related, one to another, in ways we do not understand
BY now the effects of the alcohol I had drunk that morning were wearing off. My hands shook so much I could hardly lift the rifle off its rack. I managed somehow, though, and holding the weapon in both hands, I stumbled to the window.
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