In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
I ran the warm iron over the hem three times, making sure every crease was crisp and clean.
I draped the dress over the back of the bedroom chair, next to a black leather notepad and two blue ballpoint pens.
On the desk, my legal pad held sixteen numbered cross-examination questions written in neat block capitals.
Question one dealt with the forty-one-thousand-dollar wire on September ninth.
Question two was about the date Apex Consulting was incorporated.
Question three concerned the original signature card on file at First Federal Bank.
I went over every line twice, checking the exhibit numbers against the master list in my head.