— Psalms 133:1 Dwight Bryant—Wednesday evening, August 20 At the Cotton Grove police station, Dwight discovered that the Mangums, David and Sunny, characterized by the police chief as old people who read the obituaries, were probably only in their late fifties. Old is a relative term, he thought, and he guessed the chief’s own age as maybe thirty. Chief Creech had made the Mangums comfortable in his office and an extra chair was brought in for Dwight. After introductions, he asked for permission to record the interview and they agreed. Prompted by Creech, the couple repeated their story for him, interrupting each other amiably as long-married couples do. They had received a call from their son-in-law around 9:45 on Friday, August 8. “He said our daughter had gone into labor,” said Mr. Mangum, “so we packed up and got on the road as soon as we could. That would have been around ten-thirty or a quarter to eleven.”
