Chapter 4 Tragedy August 12, 1963, was a typically hot, muggy day. That morning Bobby and I practiced a new tap dance routine for a TV amateur competition show. Mrs. Mauer said we were “pure harmony.” I practiced in front of my mirrored closet until I wore myself [ ]
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