Over the River and Stabbed to Death — Essay by Randy Osborne
Published in
Feb 19, 2017
My childhood home is for sale — bank property, cheap — because of the murder in the backyard. I might buy it.
Not murder by the standard of law, the jury decided, but a violent and fatal act just the same. And not in the yard but in the main room of the house…
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