9-22-2014 As it stands...

How does one begin a story of a horrific act? It started many years ago... 107 was the address, the house that my father owned and offered to my husband and myself. I was 7 months pregnant with my first child,excited to be moving into our first home. The offer that my father gave us was to work on the house and gain equity and in the future decide if we wanted to buy it out right or sell. The contract was a contract to sell the house to us. It was 1986. Our son was born and we brought him home. We'd (I'd) already painted the entire interior, had new flooring laid and remodeled the baths. We'd cleaned and tidied the inside and out. Tore off an old small deck and replaced it with a deck almost the length of the house. This house had been a rental and to be truthful my father was the type who wouldn't spend a dime on anything or anyone except himself. So there was a lot of work to be done.

Scout