He can’t call me an emotional mother.

He can’t say I walked out on the household.”

“What will General Walter Hensley show the police officer at 8:15 p.m.?” I asked, reading the scheduled entry written at the bottom of his legal pad.

“I’m meeting Officer Miller back at the precinct at eight fifteen tomorrow night,” my father said, handing me a black ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket.

“I’ll show him recorded phone logs documenting deliberate child endangerment, along with the fraudulent land filings.”