when Andrew had come home late, said nothing, and accepted dinner as though silence could make the day disappear.
They treated him as a participant who had eventually decided to become a witness.
One afternoon, after another interview, Andrew found me outside the courthouse.
Autumn had arrived early, and the wind carried dry leaves along the stone steps.
“Do you have a minute?”
“I have five.”
“That is probably more than I deserve.”
“Do not make this easier by insulting yourself.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I received an offer from
