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323 pages, Paperback
First published June 24, 2013
Excuses never made were lies never told, I always said.
My hallucinations had returned, but I refused to lend them any credence. I didn't know when I had begun, but I realized I was singing "Amazing Grace." Not the entire tune. Only the first few lines. "Amazing grace... how sweet... the sound..."
When I opened my eyes, Dane was staring up at me and shaking his head. I tried to tell myself that Dane was too young to realize what a failure I'd been to him, but I could see the understanding already present in his dull eyes. A light had died in there. He no longer looked at me like a mother, but as a prisoner of war would look at a doctor who meant to keep him alive between torture sessions.
Dane kept the lower teeth of his victims; he used the upper ones to leave his sick trails. I always imagined he did that because Phil had never knocked out any of his son's bottom teeth.