CHAPTER TEN
NOVEMBER 7, 1960
Last night when I was in bed, I heard voices. No, not the kind of voices that order you to put on lipstick and go rearrange your neighbor’s face with a hatchet. There were muffled voices coming from Ollie’s bedroom, and some occasional giggling, too. I finally heard the back door close around six o’clock this morning.
When I got up, Ollie was buzzing around, singing, and laughing at God knows what.
“You’re mighty chipper this morning,” I said.
“Cheerfulness is a thank you to the world for its blessings,” she replied like a twittering fool. “That’s what Reverend Harper says.”
I promptly decided I needed some coffee, and an Alka-Seltzer to go with it. “That preacher guy has something to say about everything,” I muttered as I filled my cup.
“Yes, and I’ve a
