ShareTweetThe large man stood at the window of his room that overlooked South High Street, not so far from the State Capital. He had risen early as he always did to run up to the Ohio State University Campus, and around the track of the new stadium, before returning to his room at the ‘Turner House’. The sun was just beginning to rise as he heard the clock behind him strike six. He felt good. He’d be heading downstairs to the cafeteria soon to assure that he had a good seat for breakfast. Ole Nanna Dayton, an elderly African-American woman who ran the kitchen for the Turner family, was the best cook in these parts. Her pancakes were fluffy, light, and tasted so delightful with the extra sugar and buttermilk that she’d add. The extra thick sliced bacon was always cooked to perfection. It made him smile because he knew he’d always be satisfied whenever he stepped into Nanna’s kitchen. What he needed most of all though was a steaming cup of black coffee with two lumps of sugar. Harry Steel pulled his sweaty tee shirt off, looking into the mirror next to his bed at his chiseled face. Harry…
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