It was a dark evening when the Flendersons finally realised their marriage had died. Snow trickled into tears of water on the budding begonias, fooled into bloom by January's false Spring."Walter!" screeched Margot, "I have sat idly as you have torn our family to shreds with reefer and whiskey. Your scotch-laden lips shan't kiss our children again."
She had thought she had finally mustered the strength to put an end to the four years of unfulfilled vows. But as Walter raised his calloused hands again and again to her face until blood streamed as tears from her once vibrant blue eyes, Margot knew there was no solution to a fistful of alcohol.
It was a Thursday afternoon when Sergeant Wallace did his best to stomach the sight at hand at 14 Dunmore Terrace.
The only words Walter Flenderson uttered from his sentencing to his death in his Salem State Penitentiary cell were those of the biblical verse in Timothy, Chapter 1, Verse 7, "For God hath not given us a soul of timidity, but of power and love and self-discipline."
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