Bobby Shaw cannot remember when the voices started talking to him. Growing up in impoverished, rural Missouri, he had always been an odd boy, slow yet sometimes excitable, likable but strange. Bobby often wandered into the homes of others; he would sit in their living rooms, as if he lived there, until his father came and got him -- and punished him. "I thought if I whupped him, he would think harder the next time," Bobby's father David told a social worker. Bobby's sister Martha, two years his junior, helped him through first grade after he flunked it twice. "He just...
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