My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
I had not heard those conversations myself.
I recorded who told me and what she said instead of presenting every rumor as a conversation I could quote from memory.
“Does Helen believe it?”
“She offered to help pay David’s lawyer.”
I looked at the water pitcher on the table.
I wanted to telephone everybody and explain the van, the casket, the cord.
Then I looked at the monitor and remembered how little strength I had for another argument.
The people handling the case had my account.