The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
I rubbed my left collarbone through the heavy wool of my blazer.
“Did Evans come down from the county annex, or is his statement all they need?” I asked.
“Can Rebecca fight the emergency order without him?”
“Statement,” Arthur said, sliding the linen napkin back into his vest pocket.
“His statement is sworn under penalty of a felony, Megan.”
Sarah took two paper paint chips out of her purse and laid them beside the folder.
“Pale yellow or sage for the corner bedroom?” she asked.
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