My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
Arthur kept his glasses in his hand until his lawyer asked him to set them down.
For months I had been listening to explanations in which the responsibility moved from one person to another.
At that table, each man had to answer for his own plea.
The judge accepted the pleas after the required review.
Sentencing would follow with the necessary reports and submissions.
When I left the building, I did not feel triumphant.
I felt tired in a way that had been waiting for me to sit down.
Attorney Vance asked whether I needed water before the drive home.
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