Before he'd killed the fawn, it had always been hours at a time, mostly during family meals when his father said he couldn't stand to look at him. But...after the day that David had found himself crawling out of that hole with the blood on his hands, things had changed.He'd rebelled against his father, and he'd been punished for it. He knew that was the reason when they'd locked him in the basement. But it hadn't been the one his father had given him when he'd unlocked the door and allowed. Finally, the ambulance appeared. I moved aside as the paramedics brought a stretcher and placed it beside Jill. “Her leg is hurt,” I explained. Jill pointed at her thigh and looked aside. Her chin was trembling. One of the paramedics pulled her dress up and revealed the source of pain. Her black stocking was laddered. Under it, her thigh looked bruised and slightly swollen. “Give me the splint!” the paramedic said to his colleague. Then he removed Jill’s elegant pump, and tossed it casually. Sara was a demanding woman, and as aresult, not many were fond of her, but to Sam, this was not an issue.Sara was not a beauty queen either, and again to Sam, this would neverbe an issue as any woman that paid attention to him was not to beignored.By the time Sam turned 25, he was married to Sara, not that he poppedthe question, but when she did, of course he could never say no. Themarriage was no different than the rest of Sam's life, nothing out ofthe ordinary other than the fact that he. “I hope this is not an inconvenient moment,” he offered. “No…no,” I responded, not knowing where to look. “I’ve just moved in to number 8,” he said, “and saw your car in the drive. I wondered if you might have some milk”. His gazed returned to the two bulges in my shirt. “Of course,” I replied. Adding, without thinking, “Why don’t you come in?” As I spoke, I wanted the earth to open up. Here I was, sporting male attire but with bumps where they ought not to be, and I had just invited this new.