Word: neighbored
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...sent away? And was it really Mrs. Thorwald who allegedly left with Lars Thorwald at six o'clock that same morning, just after Jeff had fallen asleep? The superintendent of the building must have been bribed. Mrs. Thorwald must have been murdered. Stella wants to know who killed the neighbor's dog which was always digging in Mr. Thorwald's flowerbed. She agrees with Lisa's female logic and says that someone would have to chop off her finger in order to remove her wedding ring. Mrs. Anna Thorwald was definitely murdered...
...after his incarceration, Simpson's next-cell neighbor was Erik Menendez, the younger of the Beverly Hills brothers who murdered their parents. To ensure that Simpson and Menendez would not overhear each other's telephone conversations, Block ordered Menendez moved to another part of 7000. (Brother Lyle is in a different, equally high-security block of the jail.) That left Simpson alone in an isolated row, or module, of seven cells...
...mostly to settle the time issue that prosecutors spent much of Thursday and Friday constructing a wrenching sequence of events that led to the discovery of the bodies. One neighbor testified that he heard the "plaintive wail" of a dog beginning around 10:20 on the night Nicole Simpson and Ronald Goldman were killed. Another told how he was led to the murder scene by Nicole's agitated dog, which had blood on its paws. A third spoke of seeing blood trailing down from Nicole Simpson's body. "I remember," said Bettina Rasmussen, "it was coming down like a river...
...wait! There's trouble in paradise. You can hear it on most summer mornings and evenings, and sometimes all day long, in the distance or as close as your next-door neighbor's: the whine and roar of power lawn mowers, leaf blowers, chain saws and other unbelievably grating gizmos, grinding away to keep that cherished patch of lawn tidy and green...
Last week, sitting on a neighbor's screened porch with a view of Fort Sumter behind them, the two women recalled the beginning of their association and friendship. Advising unpublished writers is not Humphreys' glass of ice tea. "I found that I'm usually a hurt more than a help," she says. Yet she phoned Bolton and was immediately hooked by the voice she heard. "I loved its sound, bright and quick ... a strong story-telling voice," she says. Bolton had had only one other encounter with the literary world, when she contacted a vanity publisher whose...