“It was early September, still hot in Central Texas, with humid nights and yet without hope of thunderstorms that could break the heat and drought. Cecelie smoothed Emil’s hair one final time and then called to Ben Bauer, her favorite brother and their main gin hand, to nail the coffin shut, for Cecilie had cried the last tears over her beloved husband (and first cousin!), Emil. The funeral would be tomorrow morning, and she would sit with his already-odorous corpse one final night.”