I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

he died. Raymond Jr. had copied it by hand. He wanted me to have it but he wanted to keep the original.”

“Did you read it?”

“Not that night. Took me two weeks to open it. It was seven pages. The handwriting was shaky. It was the last thing Raymond Hutchins ever wrote.”

“What did it say?”

Joan thought for a moment. Picking her words.

“It said that he didn’t continue reading …