Dr. Jekyll and Grandma Heidegger

By Barry Rachin

Seventy-three year-old Grandma Heidegger recently killed a man in the alleyway behind Duggan's Pharmacy. She shot him with a snub-nosed 38 caliber Ruger. The feisty woman, who concealed the weapon in a 'flash, bang' bra holster, harbors no regrets, no remorse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Barry Rachin
• Release date: Nov 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463199817

Barry Rachin

About the AuthorBorn in Boston, Massachusetts, Barry Rachin spent several years stationed in Yokuska, Japan as a Navy medic caring for casualties during the Vietnam War. He has studied at the University of Jerusalem, lived on a kibbutz for a year and holds a degree in clinical counseling from Simmons College. A self-taught woodworker, he presently lives in Attleboro, Massachusetts with his wife and two daughters.

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Dr. Jekyll and Grandma Heidegger

Barry Rachin

Published by Barry Rachin, 2019.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

DR. JEKYLL AND GRANDMA HEIDEGGER

First edition. November 25, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 Barry Rachin.

ISBN: 978-0463199817

Written by Barry Rachin.

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Copyright Page

Dr. Jekyll and Grandma Heidegger

About the Author

Dr. Jekyll and Grandma Heidegger

by

Barry Rachin

A WEEK AGO TUESDAY, I killed a man, my grandmother announced in an off-hand manner, as though she might have been commiserating about a new pair of orthopedic shoes or the unseasonably hot weather. Murdered, she corrected. The act was intentional, so it was more like homicide than self-defense.

In a perverse sense, she added, almost as an afterthought, I considered it my civic duty... moral obligation to send the bastard to an early grave, but I’ll explain that later, if you wish.

Before proceeding any further, it bears mentioning that Grandma Heidegger viewed herself as a natural-born comedian. The woman had a flair for the ridiculous. Always the practical jokester, her life resembled a one-woman vaudeville shtick, which she refined from one family gathering to the next. Her comment was outlandish, but then, Grandma Heidegger frequently displayed an obtuse sense of humor.

Where exactly did the crime occur?

The alleyway in back of Duggan’s Pharmacy.

I recalled that there actually had been a shooting at that location less than a week earlier. A twenty year-old was discovered by an employee. A grainy picture of the deceased, a heavy-set youth with a scraggily beard and chipped tooth,