My Stepmother Claimed I Was Not Stable In Court Until The Judge Removed His Glasses

I adopted a dog, a three-legged rescue mutt I named Verdict, because my therapist said humor was a healthy coping mechanism and I thought it was funny, and because he was the right amount of company for a person who had been running alone for a long time and was learning to slow down.

Aunt Colette and I had lunch once a month. She started volunteering at a legal aid clinic that helps elderly fraud victims, which was her way of converting the guilt she carried about believing Diane into something that moved forward rather than backward. She was good at it. She had the specific gift of sitting with people who had been betrayed by someone they trusted, perhaps because she now understood that experience from the inside.