Behind me, the five sisters sat with their hands in their laps and didn’t look at one another.

Hale closed his notebook and slid the brass pen into his shirt pocket.

On my way out, Dorsey stopped me at the rail.

“The arraignment is Thursday.

She has already asked to see Rosalie before then.”

The respiratory therapist had the tubing off by three o’clock, and I stood with my back against the wall and my cap folded in one fist.

Dr.