Where did you get that ring

you with that?”

I nodded.

“At the bus stop?”

“Yes.”

Marlene spoke from behind me. “Black SUV. Ohio plates. I can identify the driver if needed.”

Margaret looked at her. “And you are?”

“Marlene Brooks. City bus driver. Witness.”

For the first time that morning, I felt something other than humiliation.

I felt defended.

Margaret gathered the papers from the locker,continue reading …