
Chapter One
My wife, Betty and I are lying on a blanket in our yard in Athens, Georgia, on a crisp cool night watching the stars twinkling. My wife is reciting the poem; twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
We had tears in our eyes as we were both remembering the past, almost a year after the terrible incident where we lost two close friends in what then was called a murder-suicide.
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