Henry favored his mother in looks.
Before Henry's body was discovered, rats had began to eat him.
Shannon and Henry were both buried out of the Hemingford Glory of God Methodist Church, Shannon on the twenty-second and Henry on Christmas Eve. Rev. Thursby also presided at Henry ’ s funeral, but I hardly need tell you that the attendance was much smaller. Thursby saw only one, but there was another. Arlette was there, too, sitting next to me, unseen and smiling. Whispering in my ear.
"It was only after that...after that night...that we... Shan didn’t want to, but I talked her into it. And once we started, she liked it as much as I did. Once we started, she asked for it."
- He shares his first name and surname with a 19th Century American writer, and his middle name with an early 20th Century American author.