I still hear the crack of my skull hitting the floor when my son-in-law snarled, “Stay down.” My daughter grabbed my hair, dragging me outside as neighbors stared in silence. “Get out. It’s three million. You’re nothing,” she hissed. I thought that was the end. I didn’t know someone was dialing 911. And when the sirens came, everything they built began to collapse. – True Stories – Page 20

knelt beside me. “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?”

“Margaret Hale,” I said. My voice sounded small, but it did not break. “And I want medical attention. Then I want to make a statement.”

Derek’s eyes flashed.

“Margaret,” he warned. “Don’t embarrass yourself.”

I looked at him through the rain. “You should worry about embarrassing yourself, Derek.”

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