At 9:30 AM W. called and told me that the investigators wanted to talk to the boys. I asked them if they would be able to go back to he house and talk to the Sheriff and they both told me that they would. A short time later W called back and told me that the boys were in protective custody and were being taken to the Sheriff office and W would be going with them. This left me with only one thing to do. Figure out how to tell my wife that her Daughter and Granddaughter were no longer with us. "God; please don't make me do this." "I don't know how to tell Margaret the news in any kind or gentle way."
I grabbed a cup of cold coffee and drove the 17 miles to the hospital with my mind spinning with uncontrollable thoughts. When I got there I stopped at the nurses station and told them what had happened and that I had to tell Margaret about it. Margaret's nurse asked me to wait a minute and she got a sedative in case Margaret's reaction was to strong.
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