Becoming Forever Lonesome: How Violence Changes Us
…t on his back, his glasses askew. My aunt, a nurse, performed CPR. The oldest tried to staunch his father’s wounds with paper towels. But Bart was already dead. *** I got to know my uncle’s killer, Jim. He’s a chatty, earnest, sometimes flirtatious man with twinkly blue eyes. He studied biology as an undergraduate and graduate student with the original hope of becoming a doctor—a profession Jim’s parents, a Marin County, California lawyer and a nu…
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