“More than $2,000 worth of merchandise. Surely you understand why the store finally pressed charges.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then give me one reason I shouldn’t send you to jail.”
Walter’s voice trembled.
“I don’t have one, Your Honor.”
I couldn’t stay silent any longer.
“Yes, he does!”
Walter turned sharply toward me.
“Margaret, sit down.”
I had lived next door to Walter for 30 years, and I had never seen him look so frightened.