Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years

My name was on the bottom but I did not write it.”

“How do you know you did not write it?”

“Because I was in the hospital in March when it was dated, Dad.

I had my gallbladder out.

I have the discharge paper.”

I didn’t realize she had turned to look at me until the magistrate said, “Mrs.

Voss.

To me, please.”