Bo Beaudine, well his name really was Maurice Beaudine, Jr., so he got the nickname Bo early on and it seemed to fit. Bo was a big kid who did poorly in school. Today, they might say that he had a learning disability, back when he was growing up, he was considered a daydreamer and goof off. He dropped out of high school at 16 and started to work at Quickie Taco, got fired, went to work at a local garage where he seemed to get interested enough to hold down a job. He was angry at the world for a number of unknown sins, but did his thing. While working at the garage a girl from his old high school Sally Hightower came into the garage to get the oil on her dad’s truck changed. She seemed nice enough and Bo was young. When she came back to pick up the car, she promised to buy gas there every time she needed gas and Bo told her she’d have full service even if the sign said “self service”. After a month, he got up the courage to ask her out to a movie. She accepted, he was after all a working man and she was in her senior year of high school and looking at a life of motherhood or low end jobs. After a few dates, they did the deed and Sally got in trouble. Bo did the honorable southern thing of marrying her, but he wasn’t happy about it. The last thing he wanted was two more mouths to feed. In short order another baby popped out and Bo was angry about that (as if he didn’t know how that sort of thing happened). As the years went by, Bo took out that anger on Sally and on the kids. He controlled by his fury. When he came home, if dinner wasn’t on the table, he’d get angry. After dinner if he couldn’t watch sports and drink beer, he’d get angry. After drinking for an hour or two if he didn’t fall asleep right away, he’d get mad at the kids for not going to bed fast enough, or at Sally for the house not being pristine and on most nights, he’d just scream at them and raise a hand or a fist and that ensured order. Once or twice Sally threatened to take the kids and leave, and Bo’s response was always the same he’d look at her with dispassionate eyes and say, the only way you leave is to die and he’d point to the locked gun case where he kept his hunting rifle.