Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document
It opened for me with a quarter turn.”
“Objection.
Foundation.” Byers hadn’t bothered to stand.
“Overruled.
The witness can describe what he turned.”
Arthur raised a second bag, flat on his palm, containing a scrap of blue fabric about the size of a playing card.
“And this one?”
“Cut out of the lining of that same casket, sir.