deserve—”
“Mrs. Palmer, sit down,” Judge Hensley said.
Linda ignored her.
“She poisoned him against us. She took advantage of a sick old man who didn’t know what he was—”
Then I spoke.
I didn’t raise my voice.
I used the same tone I would use explaining audit findings to a client who already knew what the numbers said.
“He didn’t feel sorry for me.”
Linda stopped.
“He felt sorry for you.”
Her mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
The only sounds were the reporter’s pen and Grandpa’s watch ticking beneath