Johnny PulaskiChapter 17
Sunday, January the second, 2005 was my last day of freedom. It was back to school the next day. I went home at nine that morning, changed clothes, and attended Mass with Dad. It sure wasn't the same as last Sunday without Mom and Katrina there. Of course the experience didn't get better seeing the Cavanaughs and Rochellis sitting three pews in front of us. Tony and Shelia were sitting side by side, of course. After Mass we shook hands with Father Donovan on the church steps and headed for...