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"And those who originate the sin"

"Must suffer"

"And how must they suffer?"

"In all ways, by any ways, by death they will be redeemed"

I froze where I crouched, not believingto Bart?

They drifted beyondover the wall, going home I waited until John Ahts

Then suddenly I realized I hadn't heard Apple bark Wasn't a dog as old and big as Apple supposed to bark and warn those in the house that a proas on the grounds? I sneaked into the barn and called Apple by na his tail "Apple," I called again, louder I lit a kerosene la near the door and I shone it into the horse stall where Apple had his home

I sucked in my breath! Oh, No! NO!

Who would be so cruel as to starve a dog like that? Who could then drive a pitchfork into that poor bag of bones covered by beautiful furand noas all bloody Dark with old blood that had dried to the color of black rust I ran outside and threw up An hour later Dad and I were digging a grave and burying a huge dog that never had a chance to reach maturity Both of us knew "they" would lock Bart up forever if ever this got out

"He may not have done it," said Dad ere home "I can't believe he did it" By now I could believe anything

There was an old wos and black covered her hair She ice Mom's mother-in-laice hated, and much more

And all I could do onder, wonder what she had done to my mom and my dad Dad hadn't yet explained it all to limmer of a fuzzy solution--I'd let ht she was randmother too, for Chris was so much my real father in my heart

But in reality, it was Bart as Paul's son, and I knehy his granded to Madaed to her It was the blood relationship that randson to such awoht I should take better care of Bart-- protect hiht

Right away I had to get up and look at Bart, as curled on his side in his bed with his thumb in his mouth He looked like a baby--just a little boy who'd always stood in e, and never achieving the goals I'd already set He hadn't walked sooner, talked at a younger age, or smiled until he was almost a year old It was as if he'd known from birth that he'd always be number two, never number one Now he'd found the one person in the world ould let hirand but black, I could tell she'd once been very beautiful More beautiful than my Grand

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