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fell to his knees.
    The rage took full control. Before the man could drop another F bomb, I hacked away at him, pitting flesh and bone, exposing muscle and organs to the sun’s afternoon rays.
    When he started to scream, I sliced off his jaw. My brain burning, I brought the scimitar down on his collapsed body again and again, using the blade to douse the fire within me.
    After God knows how long, I staggered back, mesmerized by the red mass of undistinguishable viscera steaming in the grass. There was no way to know the pile of gore had ever even been human. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of chum in the yard.
    All of my pent up anger bled away. I was dizzy, shaky.
    When the boy popped out from behind a tree, seeing what I’d done, I wanted to throw up.
    Holding it together, I said, “Do you have any family nearby?”
    His little head nodded. “My Aunt Mary lives over there.” He pointed into the trees.
    â€œYou should go to her,” I said, close to passing out.
    He turned tail and ran as fast as a chipmunk.
    I puked several times getting to my car, laying the blood-soaked scimitar back into its case.
    As I drove home, I kept thinking, The boy knows I killed his father. He’ll tell the police. I puked up enough DNA for even a blind cop to find. I’ll get the death penalty for murdering a child abusing scum.
    For the first time since our unholy union, AO remained silent during the drive.

Chapter Seven
    â€œMaybe I should take you to the doctor,” Candy said, shaking down the thermometer.
    I lay in bed, my head propped up by three pillows. My wife had stripped the comforter away as soon as she took my temperature.
    â€œI don’t feel bad enough to go crying to the doctor,” I lied. The truth was, ever since I returned from mincing the child molester, I was racked with a headache, stomach cramps, and felt as weak as a newborn hamster. I’d parked that damned Mustang around the corner from my house and barely made it to my bed. Candy came home, saw the state I was in, and immediately went into nurse mode.
    â€œYour fever is just over 103. If it goes any higher, I’m taking you no matter what you say. Anything over 104 can be dangerous, honey.”
    â€œI’ll be fine,” I said. My throat felt as if I had chugged a glass filled with tiny needles. “You gave me some Tylenol and a washcloth, now all I need is a nap.”
    Deep inside, a part of me was screaming. How could I act so relatively normal in the face of what I’d done? I wanted to confess to Candy, but the words wouldn’t come. Every time I wanted to even hint at the hideous acts I’d committed, the room would spin. In my silence, I kept reminding myself of the nature of the two men I had removed from the population. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as I was making it out to be. Culling the herd wasn’t necessarily a bad thing as long as wastes of life were the ones getting culled.
    She washed my face with the cool, wet cloth.
    â€œI’m keeping a close eye on you,” she said. “I just hope it’s not stress that weakened your immune system. Even when Katie’s not sick, she’s still a carrier from being around all those little snot noses in school.”
    Candy smiled and I so wanted to smile with her. The best I could do was pat her hand.
    Katie must have heard her name, because she popped into the bedroom. “Hey, Daddy, you wanna see what I won at golf?”
    She was carrying a business card. I did my best not to look like a terminal, murdering monster.
    Taking the card, I said, “Wow, a free game. You really got a hole-in-one on the eighteenth hole?”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    I looked at Candy. She said, “She did it all by herself. I think we have a little Michelle Wie on our hands. Now, let’s give Daddy some time to rest.”
    â€œAre you sick?” Katie asked.
    â€œJust a little bit,” I replied. Her tiny fingers