Watching St John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was 'You are so Beautiful
Laurell K. HamiltonAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 19, 1963