“She asked me whether judges get mad when kids say the wrong thing,” I said.

“She thinks I’ll be made to move away if she doesn’t repeat your script.”

Grant’s arm went still.

He turned slowly in the narrow aisle of the closet and adjusted his silk tie knot, pulling the dark silk snug against his collar.

“Children misunderstand ordinary adult talk.”

“You told her to lie to a court official and say she wants to live with Margaret,” I said.

Grant took two steps forward until he was standing less than a foot away from me.