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Good Night James Wood-the Story of a Serial Killer and His Wife Inspired By Actual Events von Milner, Steve (eBook)

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Good Night James Wood-the Story of a Serial Killer and His Wife

Yvonne Anderson thought she was finally marrying the man of her dreams, even though he'd just been released from prison. But second chances we all deserve is her credo, and James Wood wooed and courted her through a whirlwind romance culminating in a second marriage for both three months later. For nearly five years the couple, which included her daughter and a new baby boy from the happy union, thrived and was happily living a normal and often loving dream in Shreveport. But like all good things, especially the ones you do not look too closely at for fear of finding that all you put your heart and soul into was an evil, horrific lie beyond comprehension, there is an expiration date. The truth comes blasting out and many cold and terrible truths follow.


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    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781543915594
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Good Night James Wood-the Story of a Serial Killer and His Wife

Chapter 3

"If you look at how I grew up," Yvonne explains with the kind of thoughtfulness that comes when you've been to hell on the Fast Pass, "Anyone can see what a mess I was inside and out. I never felt pretty enough to be loved by a decent guy. I loathed myself, and in a lot of ways still do .

"It adds up to me being a loser when it comes to picking men. I've screwed it up every time. I got married because all my girlfriends were married and I was scared to death I'd never find any man who wanted me. So the first one to come along and show me a little attention, what do I do? I grab him up and haul him off to the altar. I knew it was wrong. But I just didn't want to be alone anymore ."

Before Yvonne met James Edward Wood and had her life turned upside down, she'd been born and raised in South Shreveport with two brothers and a sister. Both parents had worked hard to provide for their family. "I remember so much about growing up in our neighborhood, which wasn't fancy, but not trashy either," Yvonne recalled. "Everyone knew each other and all the kids ran around and played together. Thinking back on it, I really believe those were the best years of my life. I had no idea how rough time my parents were having trying to make ends meet .

"Daddy wasn't a great provider and he didn't take care of us like he should have. Unfortunately, he was a drunk. Mom had to work constantly, sometimes two jobs, but not once did I ever hear her complain."

During those hot syrupy days of summer, Yvonne played with her siblings, friends and cousins, running from house to house and then out to the woods where everything seemed breathless and quiet and magical. Reluctant to give up the remains of the day, she would return to her house at nightfall after the new moon had risen and the lightning bugs flickering along the banks of the river. Sometimes her mom would let Yvonne have friends over to spend the night. They stayed up late doing "slumber party things" like making S'mores, painting each other's nails and talking about boys .

During the salad days of Shreveport, doors went unlocked and car keys were put in the overhead visor. Bad things didn't happen in Yvonne's world, and whatever tension simmered beneath the surface of her parent's marriage went largely unnoticed by a little girl who lived life out loud, outside, and out of harm's way .

"My dad, granddad, uncles and brothers were always gone hunting during the season," Yvonne explained. "They brought home deer, squirrel, rabbits and doves. As a family, we all went fishing whenever we could. Can't tell you how many white perch and bass I caught. Then we'd hightail it over to a relative's house and have us a big ole Southern fish fry with hush puppies, potato salad, coleslaw, banana pudding, and chocolate cake. During the summer, we'd bust out the ice cream churns and make homemade ice cream. Birthday parties? It seemed like we had one every week. We'd go to SkateLand on Friday night, the zoo over by Cross Lake, to Ford Park or down to the river. Everything centered around friends, family and eating ."

But not all of Yvonne's childhood was a blurry watercolor of carefree summer days and nights .

Her father drank, sometimes heavily. And when he drank, he got abusive. He'd sometimes stumble home after work already drunk, and keep on drinking when he got there. Then he'd start in on his wife and kids .

Watching her father grow increasingly loud and incoherent made Yvonne sad. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't repeat that kind of relationship once she grew up and got married .

But not everyone who grows up with an alcoholic is able to escape the typical

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