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Wish I Wrote It: Pay Dirt by Sara Paretsky
The day of the murders I was approaching the school with a supply of milk and bread so that the children could have a nuncheon, when I saw the cowardly demons throwing kerosene on the building and setting it ablaze. I screamed and ran, scattering milk and bread. The monsters fled, but by the time I reached the school it was a bonfire. Father and Miss Carruthers were heroic, sacrificing themselves to move the children to safety. I smothered their smoldering clothes in my skirts, which fell to rags around my legs by the time we were finished.