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July 29, 2014

Robert was an artist and a blacksmith.  His wife was from high society in Boston and had been disinherited by her family for marrying far beneath her.  They had two children and a merry little dachshund.  Robert had converted an ancient limousine into something of a mobile home with a bed and a kitchen, and he drove it all over town.

 

He made the chandelier in the lofty hallway of the house, which held actual candles.  In his bedroom, there was another piece of art he had made: a wrought iron sculpture with a gun, pointed right at his bed.