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The Fat Man slips out into the sun again in June of 1991.

Nearly nine years previous to the date when Detective Volusci will sit at his desk pondering

over a set of bones.

The skeleton of a boy laying on a claimed in the morgue like a forgotten bag at the airport.

But that is a long way off, and Athena Barjona is a free man.

His mummy, Tyra, came to speak on his behalf as she always did, bringing a couple of paid

forward doctors along with her.

Athena puts on his best big boy smile as they tell the judge how good he's doing in photography

and religious studies.

The mummy stands behind her beaming boy, nodding her head emphatically as the judge looks

to her for counsel.

Oh yes, sir, trust me, he's all better, just dandy.

Don't pay any mind to those mean prison psychiatrists who've been confusing my poor Nathaniel

for the past ten years.

They see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear, but a mother knows best.

Tyra convinces the judge that her boy is going to be just fine under her supervision,

and this is true for a month and a half, 43 days to be exact before he re-offends.

A woman in Oxford, Massachusetts steps out of her car to mail a letter and comes back

to find all 280 pounds of Nathaniel Barjona sitting on her seven-year-old son, Michael.

She tries to pull him off before her boy dies of asphyxia, but the fat may resist.

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