Ashley grew up in New England and loved the Patriots, who were big underdogs. As I recall, they had never won the Super Bowl and the Rams were the h...avy favorites. Although not a Rams fan, I thought it was a sucker bet even giving her 7 points when Ash agreed to it. Of course to my chagrin the Rams lost. Ashley was ecstatic. I tried my best to get out of it but she was adamant. Not only were we going I would have to put a good face on it and not complain or be any trouble or problem. Nonetheless, here I was on the bus again, this time northbound to UCSD, to do library research.My immediate plan was to dig up Gillespie's biography -- surely he was in the Directory of American Scholars -- and then read my way through his oeuvre. Yesterday, a variety of human views, today his image on the printed page.Clearly it was my duty. The police were getting nowhere. I had gleaned that much from the Union, where the two-day-old murder had retreated to page 16. There had been no "release. Charles normally left for work around 4 in the morning but this day his truck was broken, so he had called in to work, and wasn’t going to work that day. He was going to use my car to go get parts for his truck after taking me to work. I never miss work unless I am sick so I hadn’t even thought about playing hooky that day, or even being late for work. The kids had all left for school on the school bus, so we were by ourselves. Charles was laying on the bed, and I was standing in the room, with. Al caught the two boys doing the nasty in his house. He kicked Dionte’ out. “I’m not gonna say anything,” he told his nephew. “It can be our secret. You know we could always do what y’all were doing if you want.”Bry-Bry shunned the advances. The next day, Bry-Bry was picked up by a social worker. Al had told his first wife that his nephew had propositioned him. Aunt Lawanda wasn’t having any of that. She was an active member of their Holiness church serving on the Women’s Auxiliary, Usher.