dress and promised to sit in the front row.
I touched Grandpa’s watch inside my jacket.
“Let’s go.”
The hearing took place on a Tuesday in October.
Maples along Route 250 had begun turning deep red.
Courtroom 2 had wood-paneled walls, fluorescent lights, and an American flag that needed ironing.
At our table sat Diana and me.
Grandpa’s cedar chest rested beside us as Exhibit A.
Behind us sat Margaret Caldwell and Ray Mitchell.
Across the aisle, Philip Brock repeatedly clicked his pen.
Linda wore navy blue and the same