She was quiet for a second, and then she said, more quietly:
“For what it’s worth, I’ve been doing this nine years and I have never once had somebody hand me a folder like this.”
She called the house and told them, from Delphine’s kitchen, that no crime had occurred and that if they wanted to dispute ownership they would need to do it in civil court.
Nobody was arrested. Nobody was charged with anything. There was no case.
My Son Came to Delphine’s Door Alone on the Saturday and That Is the Conversation I Still Think About
Rosalind had told me not to meet with him.
I did it anyway, and I told her afterward, and she sighed in a way I could hear over the phone.
