listened quietly, how she used to listen to third graders explain why their homework wasn’t done. When I got to Hattie Greene, she closed her eyes.
“Hattie was my best friend for sixty years,” she said softly. “We taught Sunday school together at Mount Zion. She made the best sweet potato pie in Pell County. I sat with her family at the hospital when she died.” Her voice cracked. “They told us it was her heart. Just her heart. Old age. Nobody said a word about pills.”
“Deputy Miller wrote
