Seems like if I could just remember that, I might could come to some kind of reckoning about come me to kill him.

Askew, Rilla. 1991. 'Breakfast' in Iris (June). (author is from Bartlesville, OK) Full Context: him some breakfast. # I killed him over breakfast. I don't mean over the issue of breakfast, I mean right literally there over the eggs and grits and three kinds of meat. He keeled over head first at the table. His face wound up in the gravy. I thought that was pretty good justice at the time, but of course I was drunk. # I've been trying to recollect what I was thinking when I shot him. Seems like it might be important. Seems like if I could just remember that, I might could come to some kind of reckoning about come me to kill him. # I remember feeling a terrible red-looking fury, but I believe that was all through the night before when I didn't go to bed but just stayed up drinking. I don't know why I didn't go on to sleep that night, I think I was just too mad. What's funny is that it wasn't anything special Clay did to make me mad. That day hadn't been any different from any