I handed it to her.

She tapped my thumb.

“You just told the court the date with your thumb.

Don’t do that.”

“If the judge asks how you know Diane was in the hospital,” Arthur said, “you say the record shows it.

You don’t say because you were there.”

I drove out to the edge of the lake property at eight that night and parked on the public shoulder where the county road turns to gravel.

The pavilion frame stood black against the water.