Agnes Came Home Early from Ireland and Found Her Grandson Locked Out of Her Tulsa House
I’d kept that book in my bottom desk drawer ever since I retired.
I bought a pack of yellow tabbed dividers and a heavy three-ring binder at the pharmacy down the street.
I spread the medical reports, the police intake forms and the video time-stamp logs across the table.
My right hand cramped as I copied the dates onto clean paper in black pen.
I ruled a strict grid with a metal ruler.
Column one held the date and time of each incident.