Chapter 15The corpse was one big mess.
“You little s**t,” Aunt Adele yelled, “now look what you’ve done. I always knew you wouldn’t amount to much.”
Dwight closed his eyes, covered his ears, trying to block out the strident voice. He knew he couldn’t be hearing her. “It’s just my imagination,” he whispered to himself. “Just my imagination. It’s brought on by stress.” He opened his eyes once more, slowly moved his hands away from his ears, listening. He looked all around him.
The only sound in the basement was the sound of the gas furnace, generating heat, and the whimpering of that hateful black boy in the box.
“Shut up!” he shouted, his voice ringing out in the room. He gave the box a good kick.
Silence. Dwight needed to be able to think. Once more, his eyes returned to the body. “My
