A Little Girl Ran Into Our Bakery Screaming That Her Brother Was In The Freezer And My Boss Stood In Front Of The Door
I am telling this because a man served eleven months for something I could have explained in one sentence on the first afternoon, and I did not say the sentence, and every part of what happened after that is downstream of my silence. My name is Elliot Doyle. I was twenty-two years old and I had been a baker for five months at Praeger's Bread at 118 Delacroix Street in Wheelwright, Indiana. This is all of it, chapter by chapter, from a folding cot to a county ordinance.
Contents
- 1Chapter 1 — THE COLD ROOM IS AWAKE
- 2Chapter 2 — FOUR IN THE MORNING
- 3Chapter 3 — THE LOG
- 4Chapter 4 — WHAT NORA SAID
- 5Chapter 5 — TUESDAY
- 6Chapter 6 — DON'T OPEN IT
- 7Chapter 7 — FORTY-ONE MINUTES
- 8Chapter 8 — THE LEVER THAT WASN'T THERE
- 9Chapter 9 — THE MAN THEY DECIDED IT WAS
- 10Chapter 10 — THE PLUG
- 11Chapter 11 — ELEVEN MONTHS
- 12Chapter 12 — SAM'S RULE