Theodore Shadrick, a gaunt, silent man with a face seamed by 37 years in the coal mines, was eating breakfast with his wife when he heard the sound of running feet. A neighbor burst through the doorway of the Shadricks' mountain shack with a breathless shout.
"Kenny's been killed! The 8 o'clock broadcast just said so."
Lucille Shadrick, a thin and bony woman, left the table, sobbing. Theodore Shadrick stared stonily, pondering the news that the fourth oldest of his six sons and four daughters was gone. "He was the best there was," said...
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