In reality, it was nothing very graphic. Jezzie finally had been administered, but I had no way of knowing
She took a deep breath, and then I saw her tongue modern execution of a human being. That was the end
I left the prison and hurried to my car. I was a psycholcould take anything. I was tougher than anybody. Al-
My hands were jammed deeply into the pockets of my overcoat. In my right hand, so tightly clutched that
When I got to my car, an ordinary white envelope coat pocket, and didn't bother to open it until I was on
Up close and personal. In my face.
Alex, before they pricked her? Did you shed a tear? bered.
Always, always would be. I'd told that to anyone willing to Gary Soneji/Murphy was responsible for his acts. I felt in Southeast. The families of his black victims ought to be on death row, it was Soneji/Murphy. of the guards. He'd gotten to somebody inside Lorton. More of his fantasies and mind games. more skilled manipulator. Gary or Jezzie? I knew both more of them than any other place on the planet. They genders. That's the scariest thing of all.
After I got home
“-Ut's Give Them Something to Talk About.” Janelle player. Next to Ray Charles, that is. They sat on the listen to the music, and let our bodies touch for several
Later, I headed down to St. A's for lunch and such.
The End
