Charles Manson’s head was huge on the big console TVs stacked on top of one another at Frotto’s Electronics.
Then the prosecutor, outside the courtroom.
Manson would be in jail for life.
The sound system at Frotto’s played the new James Taylor song Desiree loved. She was going to go to Harmony House. She couldn’t afford a TV–why would you want to see Charles Manson’s face that big anyway?-- but she could afford a record.
She turned and a familiar face was next to her.
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