Gentlemen of the jury, the facts are fact but the conclusions are wrong. - Abraham Lincoln Above All - for D.A. & A.M.
Crucified, thrown behind barbed wire and stone,
I lived to die for you; rejected and alone,
Like a rose trampled on the ground,
I took the fall for Love and thought about you, Above ALL.
- Adapted from an anonymous hymn. Also by Donald Motier
FICTION
Just Friends, A Novella and Two Short Stories
Just Friends, A Love Story
Return To Sónville
The Book of Joel
Unfinished Business
FACTION
Mystic Chords of Memory: The Lost Journal of William Wallace Lincoln (two editions)
Saving Lincoln: Mystic Chords of Memory Part 2
BIOGRAPHY/LITERARY CRITICISM
Gerard: The Influence of Jack Kerouac’s Brother On His Life…show more content… Like David, his father had been an only child. David’s mother had stipulated she did not want to be buried in Santa Losa-- no reason given but there were only three plots in East Santa Losa Cemetery where David’s grandparents were buried. David’s mother wanted to be buried across the Lost River in the suburban Rolling Hills Cemetery with her mother, stepfather, half-brother already lying under that sod. One plot remained and David had granted her wish. Rolling Hills was one of the newer cemeteries with flat bronze markers and flower holders that could be lifted up. The markers were evenly spaced dividing plots. A few mausoleums of white marble jutted out of the manicured green…show more content… Miss Abraham, the longstanding Head Librarian said, “No problem, David-- I hope everything is all right at your house.”
“I’m sure it will be,” David replied glancing rather defiantly at the two detectives.
Once at the station the detectives escorted David into the typical-looking windowless interrogation room always shown on the TV cop shows. A lone table with three chairs, one for David on one side and the other two for the detectives. A lone bright light bulb hung from the ceiling over the center of the table. An ash tray and pitcher of water with paper cups were the only other items on the table.
“How long have you known Jamie Peyret?” Garnish inquired.
“Since last August-- we met at the North Santa Losa Swim Club pool-- but I’m sure you already know that. I don’t understand why you’re interested-- I’m like a big brother to Jamie?” David said vehemently. Regaining his composure after the initial shock of confrontation at the library,
“We received a complaint that there may be inappropriate contact between you and the young boy,” Garnish said more as a question-- both cops staring at David to see any guilty
