Jacob D. Massaquoi was crossing a busy road near his brother's house in the eastern suburbs; he saw a face he hadn't laid eyes upon in years. In the distance, he heard the agitated voices of a group of men. The surgeon who attended to Jacob later that night, Dr. Horatius Brown, counted seven entry wounds in his right leg, die lowest just above the ankle, the highest just below the knee. When I pressed him to remember the journey, he described what seemed to me the vantage point of an eyewitness, as if he was watching himself and Azariah from some distance away, perhaps from a height.
Jacob and Azariah Jonny Steinberg River Teeth; Spring 2010; 11, 2; Docstoc pg. 45 Reproduced with
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