CHAPTER SEVEN - Homegrown Two By Four Golgotha* 1 *
Wilfred stared at Clavis, perched atop a tall three legged stool that canted to the left like the leaning tower of Pisa. The two by four cross, spiked into the church siding, loomed above him. Sticklets of glue dribbled from the cross’s midjoint.
Clavis stood posed, as if waiting for a photographer to immortalize his rummage sale Golgotha. In his left hand he clutched a single spike. In his right wobbled a carpenter’s claw hammer.
The unwanted vision of Emma swung before Wilfred’s imagination.
The way that Wilfred had found her three weeks ago, dangled by the freezer, with that damned extension cord noosed as neatly about her neck as her favorite Sunday go to church scarf.
Aw Christ.
Wilfred forced himself to focus on Clavis’s hamme
