My mother did not forge anything in September.

She did not fabricate evidence and she did not intercept anything, and if you had put her under oath at that point she would have passed.

All she did was be the only voice available to a grieving, isolated, humiliated man, once a week, for sixteen weeks.

And every week she added one grain.

She’s called here twice.

I didn’t pick up.

I thought you wouldn’t want me to.