Sangeetha Kamath

                AND WE ALL FALL DOWN! Willow Grove  November,1980 First, there were the letters. No identification, no stamp. The content inside was a single sheet of stark white paper and a single line which said, 'Own up before it's too late.' Taking it as a prank by the neighborhood kids, Drake would tear them into shreds and toss them into the trash bin. And then, the spate of harassment began. The letters wouldn't stop. As much as he ignored them, they arrived daily. The same single line, in every letter.  The houses here in Willow Grove were few and far between. Taking angry strides while fuming at the letter in hand, he faced the desolate, winding road in front of his gate, hurling abuses at no one in particular. He didn't dare go to the authorities, for fear that they would in turn, question him and dig up his past to see what he was supposed to 'own up' to. The letters were always hand delivered and that was worrying.  Retu...