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...Caffey, 22, turned up at Evans' apartment at 675 Swift St. According to relatives, Ward was high on crack. Evans let them in, and a brief argument ensued. Prosecutors charge that Caffey then shot Evans in the head with a small-caliber handgun and stabbed her repeatedly with a knife. Next, Ward and Caffey went into the bedroom of Evans' daughter Samantha, and stabbed the 10-year-old to death. The wounds on Samantha's forearms suggest that she died trying to defend herself...
...after having given birth to three children.) Others say that Ward wanted the boy for himself, and boasted shortly after the murder that he had just had a baby boy. Either way, prosecutors believe the three acted in unison inside Evans' apartment, with Caffey allegedly using scissors and a knife to perform a C-section on Evans. Then Williams, who has some training as a nurse's aide, extracted the 38-week-old, 6-lb. 8-oz. baby. After reviving Elijah with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, Williams inexpertly cut the umbilical cord, then cleaned and dressed...
Splattered pats of butter will not dot the newly refurbished ceiling of Annenberg Hall, as Dining Services has replaced the Union's pats, cherished as projectiles by generations of first-years, with a large bowl of butter and a serving knife...
...this point the lesson breaks down, as the poor Pupil gets a toothache but is forbidden to leave the room. The Professor becomes a rampant spewer of knowledge, screeching at his Pupil with increasing ferocity. He ends up stalking her across the room with a knife in his hand, prodding her to pronouce "knife" in French, Spanish and Neo-Spanish. Her pleas of a toothache are too much for the Professor, who slashes at her and kills...
...when I was a boy and we played touch football on the frozen turf and came to the table sweaty and in high spirits and kept our eyes open for flying food. My sister had good moves; you'd look away for an instant, and she'd flip her knife and park a pat of butter on your forehead. Nobody throws food at our table now, but in the giddiness of the festive moment, I have held a spoonful of cranberry for a moment and measured the distance to Uncle Earl, his gleaming head, like El Capitan, bent over...