attorneys of the day, Clarence Darrow, noted defender of the study of evolution the following year with his defense of high-school football coach and substitute science teacher John T. Scopes in the infamous Scopes Monkey Trial. Darrow was an adamant opponent of the death penalty, and even though he was no longer an active advocate for the court, he took the young men’s cases pro bono to make sure they received the highest-quality defense. He hoped to make the argument that every American citizen, regardless of how despicable he might be or how heinous a crime he might have committed, is fully entitled to top-level representation before the court—especially if that defendant’s punishment might include execution at the hands of the people.
Despite Leopold and Loeb’s adherence to their credo promulgated, as they believed, by Nietzsche and their ability to murder Franks with the utmost of ease, their ultimate convictions and life imprisonments blew out the biggest hole in their belief that they were supermen, that they were far superior in intellect and physical prowess to their fellow lowly mortal travelers.
11
Clements High School
Elkins Drive
Sugar Land, Texas
Bart Whitaker never had a problem attracting the fairer sex. He was considered pleasantly handsome, attractive, but not threatening. He could be described as having a gentle face, though something was a bit askew. Bart’s right eyelashes were discolored white, due to a genetic condition known as poliosis, which is a decrease in the melanin in hair. As a result, he resembled a reverse negative of Alex, Malcolm McDowell’s character in A Clockwork Orange, a vicious tale about the effects of entertainment and society on a young ringleader of a gang of slightly dimmer side-kicks. In the film, Alex has heavy black mascara on his right eyelashes. The unique feature made Bart’s somewhat decent looks stand out even more.
One of the young ladies who caught Bart’s white-lashed eye was his journalism classmate Lynne Sorsby. The pleasantly pretty brunette, with shoulder-length hair, found Bart to be an intriguing, if somewhat quiet, boy. Of course, she was a whole year older than Bart, so he would have to prove himself worthy of her attention. Actually, Lynne was a very giving, sweet girl who readily made friends. She never held her family’s status as owners of an extremely successful construction equipment rental company over others. She was as sweet, likable, and normal a girl as any young man could want, and any family would readily welcome her into their open arms.
Lynne and Bart developed a strong friendship during their time together in journalism class. They enjoyed learning, studying together, and simply talking to one another. Their courtship lasted nearly a full year before they became an official couple. Bart truly believed that Lynne was “the girl,” and he made every effort in the book not only to woo her, but to keep her happy and content while they were together.
Their relationship flourished over time, and Bart eventually began to open up to Lynne more and more. He felt as if he could trust her with his most intimate thoughts and well-preserved secrets. He knew he could trust her with his life, and that she would never judge him harshly for any flaws he may have buried deep within. He decided to hit her with a doozy.
“I’m adopted,” he whispered to her one afternoon, when just the two of them were together.
“What?” replied Lynne, taken aback.
“I’m adopted,” Bart reiterated.
“You’re not adopted,” Lynne laughed and punched Bart in the shoulder.
“No, it’s true. I’m adopted.” Bart insisted.
Lynne hesitated. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious.” Bart remained stone-faced. “I have no idea who my biological parents are. Kent and Tricia adopted me when I was a tiny baby.”
Lynne had no idea what to say. She simply looked quietly at Bart, with a touch of sympathy infiltrating her lovely face.
Despite Leopold and Loeb’s adherence to their credo promulgated, as they believed, by Nietzsche and their ability to murder Franks with the utmost of ease, their ultimate convictions and life imprisonments blew out the biggest hole in their belief that they were supermen, that they were far superior in intellect and physical prowess to their fellow lowly mortal travelers.
11
Clements High School
Elkins Drive
Sugar Land, Texas
Bart Whitaker never had a problem attracting the fairer sex. He was considered pleasantly handsome, attractive, but not threatening. He could be described as having a gentle face, though something was a bit askew. Bart’s right eyelashes were discolored white, due to a genetic condition known as poliosis, which is a decrease in the melanin in hair. As a result, he resembled a reverse negative of Alex, Malcolm McDowell’s character in A Clockwork Orange, a vicious tale about the effects of entertainment and society on a young ringleader of a gang of slightly dimmer side-kicks. In the film, Alex has heavy black mascara on his right eyelashes. The unique feature made Bart’s somewhat decent looks stand out even more.
One of the young ladies who caught Bart’s white-lashed eye was his journalism classmate Lynne Sorsby. The pleasantly pretty brunette, with shoulder-length hair, found Bart to be an intriguing, if somewhat quiet, boy. Of course, she was a whole year older than Bart, so he would have to prove himself worthy of her attention. Actually, Lynne was a very giving, sweet girl who readily made friends. She never held her family’s status as owners of an extremely successful construction equipment rental company over others. She was as sweet, likable, and normal a girl as any young man could want, and any family would readily welcome her into their open arms.
Lynne and Bart developed a strong friendship during their time together in journalism class. They enjoyed learning, studying together, and simply talking to one another. Their courtship lasted nearly a full year before they became an official couple. Bart truly believed that Lynne was “the girl,” and he made every effort in the book not only to woo her, but to keep her happy and content while they were together.
Their relationship flourished over time, and Bart eventually began to open up to Lynne more and more. He felt as if he could trust her with his most intimate thoughts and well-preserved secrets. He knew he could trust her with his life, and that she would never judge him harshly for any flaws he may have buried deep within. He decided to hit her with a doozy.
“I’m adopted,” he whispered to her one afternoon, when just the two of them were together.
“What?” replied Lynne, taken aback.
“I’m adopted,” Bart reiterated.
“You’re not adopted,” Lynne laughed and punched Bart in the shoulder.
“No, it’s true. I’m adopted.” Bart insisted.
Lynne hesitated. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious.” Bart remained stone-faced. “I have no idea who my biological parents are. Kent and Tricia adopted me when I was a tiny baby.”
Lynne had no idea what to say. She simply looked quietly at Bart, with a touch of sympathy infiltrating her lovely face.
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