Divine Mercy

About the Book

-‘Thomas did you think I was just a dumb black girl?’ I wasn’t certain how she would react to my answer so I just shrugged my shoulders. Perhaps even then I knew she had her mood swings and I was afraid what I had going would end. But at that moment I cast all caution to the wind and thought of her only as a sumptuous woman. Even though she might be the forbidden fruit I desired to taste it, feel it, and be a part of it. Jesus! I couldn’t believe her beauty. When she turned around and narrowed her dark eyes to my body, it was like electric shock treatment. At that moment her feminine charm put life into my body. There was no way I could turn off the attraction of her beauty. No wonder Adam took a bite of Eve’s apple! When a man’s hormones act up and his glands begin to swell all reason goes out the window. When Beethoven plays out she looks at the C D’s on my bureau. She looked them over and selects a C D titled In The Mirror and Other Songs by Yanni. Carefully she picked it up and placed it in the recorder to play. Then she turns, stands erect like a ballet dancer on stage ready for the music to begin. Man alive! When the music starts, the towel drops, and I see the front and back of her stark naked in the mirror. Then she starts to dance. Perched on my pillow I became comatose watching the performance of my life. Now I have never in my life seen a woman dance nude at the foot of my bed. Can you imagine my fascination as she starts to weave back and forth like a butterfly? Her gyrations put me in a deep trance. Her feet and swaying arms were as graceful as a glittering ballerina. Her combed out hair fluttered like a flame in the wind. Her steps were the exact duplicate of a ballet dancer when they glide their feet from one place to the other. When she held her arms above her head they reminded me of the fluttering wings of a beautiful swan weaving ever so gracefully in the sky...back and forth, back and forth, ever so gracefully. Then slowly as a new piece begins she continued her sliding steps, glissades they call it, to the edge of my bed. Gently she takes my hand and plants it onto her right breast....” .......................................................................................................................................................... AUG. 21, 1995 - A Black WOMAN DESCRIBED BY THE POLICE IN HER TEENS OR EARLY TWENTIES FOUND DEAD IN CHESHIRE Police confirmed a woman partially clad discovered dead, badly beaten on the side of a deserted road yesterday afternoon. Thus far identification has not been determined .... Within twenty four hours I would go from the corner of Heaven to the corner of hell. Would the Connecticut state police and the great Dr. Henry Lee prove me not just a murderer but a serial killer! Follow my footsteps as I travel you through my horrifying nightmare that will stalk me to my grave.

About the Author

Thomas Zipoli was born in Waterbury, Connecticut in 1931. In his early life he witnessed the impoverished life of families during the Depression within his neighborhood. When W.W. 11 broke out his life changed dramatically. At twelve he went from boyhood to manhood and became an apprentice in his Grandfather’s butcher shop to take the place of four uncles who left for military duty. When the war ended his parents moved to a middle class neighborhood and enrolled him in a parochial school. All through grammar and high school (both situated in the same building) all his teachers were Sisters of Mercy. Upon graduation from high school he entered Providence College at the start of the Korean “Police Action” (195O). Once in college he joined the R.O.T.C. thereby receiving upon graduation a commission as a 2nd Lt. in the U. S. Army. In 1955 he met his future wife, Lois Greenwell, the eldest of twelve children and decided to settle on a sixty acre tract of land in Kentucky. After several years of teaching and “small time farming,” he returned to Connecticut and continued teaching. His teaching career spanned twenty-five years: Army stockade, State prison, parochial schools, adult education, and finally public schools. In 1981 he filed a compensation claim for “stress and tension” of the job as a teacher. After winning a landmark decision, the first ever as a teacher in the State of Connecticut, he also took early retirement. Soon he engaged himself as a self-employed handyman drifting from one job to another. All these various job experiences he relates “added to the dimensions of my knowledge and made me realize a man’s life is nothing if he experiences nothing.” I don’t believe, he states, my life has been more dull than alive in spite of my many unusual battles in life. In1995 he became the prime suspect due to a murder, and for a time suspected as Connecticut’s serial killer. Presently he lives alone, widowed in 1981. All six of his children reside in different states, some living in foreign countries. His main occupations are reading, writing, listening to classical music, organic farming, and tutoring his grandchildren on occasion.