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Sunday daarm and rainy A breeze swooped over the fence and rustledto eat breakfast on the patio I fried bacon and ateto a local radio broadcast The &039;s talk show The election promised more interest than the usual Democratic shoo-in, since not only was there a Republican candidate who actually had a sliasp - Con Benja that the Communist Party and politics would be his salvation Of course the Corue, was one of the New People, one of those who&039;d fled the city but wanted to stay close to it

At least this would be a unifying election for Lawrenceton None of the candidates was black, which always n and a divisive one The Republican and De sane, sober answers to banal questions, and thoroughly enjoying Pettigrue&039;s fiery responses that soht sadly, not only is he a Co I&039;d n posters on the way back fro about the Corue, the People&039;s Choice, for Mayor") and they showed hirim-featured swarthy man who had obviously suffered badly from acne

I listened while I ate breakfast, but then I switched to so Do about drinkin&039; and cheatin&039;

It was such a nice little o to church I often did I so, but I felt no spiritual compulsion I went because I hoped I&039;d "catch it," like deliberately exposing loves, though that was bordering on parody and gloves were not so easy to find anyloves day, today, too dark and rainy, and I wasn&039;t in a role-playinglot, I wondered if I&039;d see Melanie Clark, who sometimes attended Had she been arrested? I couldn&039;t believe stolid Melanie truly was in danger of being charged with Maht&039;s murder The only possible motive anyone could attribute to Melanie was an affair with Gerald Wright So an awful joke on Melanie

I drifted through the service, thinking about God and Maht of what another hu had done to Mamie; yet I had to face it, when she had been alive the predo I&039;d had for her had been contempt Now Ma God, as I would one day too This was too close to the bone forit up later when I wasn&039;t so vulnerable

I ation along my way All the talk I heard was about Melanie and her predicament, and the latest inforo down to the police station for a while, but on Bankston&039;s veheht&039;s death, she&039;d been allowed to go ho went) was thus exonerated

Melanie herself was an orphan, but Bankston&039;s mother was a Presbyterian Today of course she was the center of an attentive group on the church steps Mrs Waites was as blond and blue-eyed as her son, and ordinarily just as phlegry woman and didn&039;t care who knew it She was"that sweet Melanie" for one singleto beat a fly to death,that s weren&039;t as they should be between Melanie and Mr Wright! As if wild horses could drag Melanie and Bankston away frootten Bankston to speak histo be married in twoto decide about one today, and Melanie was going to go down to Millie&039;s Gifts this week and pick out china and silver patterns

This was a triu to marry off Bankston for years Her other children were settled, and Bankston&039;s apparent willingness to wait for the right wo hio pick out a fork or salad plate I&039;d given lots of sihed, and tried hard not to feel sorry for myself as I drove to Mother&039;s I always ate Sunday lunch with her, unless she was off on one of thehouses

Mother (who had spent a rare Sundayat home) was in fine spirits because she&039;d sold a 200,000 house the day before, after she&039;d left et poisoned chocolates, be interrogated by the police, and sell expensive properties in the saet John to let me list his house," she told me over the pot roast

"What? Why would he sell his house? It&039;s beautiful" "His wife has been dead several years now, and all the children are gone, and he doesn&039;t need a big house to rattle around in," my mother said "You&039;ve been divorced for twelve years, your child is gone, and you don&039;t need a big house to rattle around in either," I pointed out I had been wondering why my mother didn&039;t unload the "four br two-story brick w/frpl and 3 baths" I&039;d grown up in

"Well, there&039;s a possibility John will have somewhere else to live soon," Mother said too casually "Weit!

I pulled ether and looked happy for Mother&039;s sake I s, and I et the present? "Since John doesn&039;t seeht now," Mother said suddenly, "why don&039;t you just tell me about this club?" "John&039;s an expert on Lizzie Borden," I explained "If you really want to know about his olf and you, it&039;s Lizzie You ought to read Victoria Lincoln&039;s A Private Disgrace That&039;s one of the best books about the Borden case I&039;ve read"