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Death Is My Co-pilot

Continued from page 5

Published on March 20, 2007 at 4:23pm

"God tried to show them!" Letitia cries, slapping her hand down on her dark wood dining room table. Three Bibles sitting nearby shake from the force of the slap. "Show them! But they didn't pay no attention. You gotta pay attention when God speaks."

On a recent February day, it seemed everyone was talking about those dreams. People also described crash victims visiting them in their sleep, night after night. Mothers, they say, come to daughters and kiss them to sleep, wives appear to their husbands for another embrace. Genevieve, always a practical lady, has given Felix some advice during her nighttime visits.

"Don't care what nobody say," she told him during the dream. "Take care of yourself. Don't worry about me."

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