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My Secret Life in the Klan

Continued from page 5

Published on September 27, 2007

I started to leave, then remembered that my Klan shirts were still in his house. I followed him in. His wife was on the couch, curled under a blanket. She was brunette, with a piercing in her lip and tired eyes. She was clearly happy to see him.

"This is Bobby," Trentadue said. "He's in the Knights."

She smiled at me. "That's great," she said. "It's so good to meet you."

The sweet way she greeted me brought all the fear back again. Trentadue wasn't interested in my life outside the Klan or in my experience. Wives and mothers always ask personal questions. I realized how stupid it was to go back into the house. I excused myself as smoothly as I could.

Out the door and down the stairs. Freedom. I'd done it. One foot on the curb. The moon was bright. Then I heard Trentadue shout, "Hey, Bobby!"

I remembered the guns he'd mentioned earlier. I turned around. It had been a good life.

He stood there in the darkness of his porch, his arm extended in a Sieg Heil.

I thumped my chest and shook my fist at him.

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