Cora: The Dark Hours (13)

I have had a long time to think about Cora Stallman.

Over years, whether during the periods of all-consuming research, or the lapses when I put her away, I’ve been turning this case over in my head. I’ve asked myself every what-if imaginable — even the unimaginable ones. I’ve considered the people, the town, and the fields that stretched around them.

Mostly, I’ve treated this story like a kaleidoscope, twisting it this way and that, watching all its many elements fall into new patterns and form new theories….

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Author: Ms. Snoop

ABOUT I was lucky to be born into a family of genealogists, and to be gifted a family tree already bristling with names. Along the way, other names have somehow found me. My job is to listen to their stories.

4 thoughts on “Cora: The Dark Hours (13)”

    1. I have wondered that myself! No one ever explained why, especially since he lived very nearby. But even Edith Lilley mentioned it, saying she watched them walk down the road every night until the corn grew too high to see them.

      (I love that line, by the way. You can practically see her curtains twitching as she watches them.)


      1. Haha, yes, I can see that! Oh, that really is strange. No reason for her to do that unless there is some hanky panky or he has a deficiency that means he can’t walk by himself. Or there is something she has to do there every night. That is maybe the strangest thing of all to me.


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