y I wrote a few years ago as s
ck out my other sto
.
bor"s house was quie
Snores drifted fro
into an open sink. It
ever heard. Funny how
g could
Mr. Harbor had arri
, as every night before, h
sed until the devil hims
rly easy night. Mr. Ha
il he passed out on t
s a bare, but tidy af
et-sized bedrooms, a
. There was no bathr
of an old-fashioned
lean but pai
oom consi
they had the money f
e tiny rooms. Even th
g room/kitchen consi
stove that was recovered f
ober days he had used so
hard-backed chairs a
us as to how they sat
were the same length,
e at the touch
and demons, Mr. Harbor
gue-waggers in town
that the good Lord h
idn"t understand Mr
eep pain and sufferin
in
into town three y
dirt in the barren to
most of the money he
arbor"s family consis
g twenty-four and se
threadbare clothing d
ault. The girls were
edingly sweet. They
ighbor or stranger wh
e in a few odd jobs
he girls and would oc
om starving. Despite
hey never left him, n
dear father reduced t
ferent man when the
nto this tiny house
y. They were far fr
ed. Love seeped thro
e four happy soul
had gone to the store
for that n
returned
lumped over th
loodied her back. She was
wife dead, all happiness
s. Harbor had been his
n it. She brought sunshine
urdered while she prepa