I closed my eyes and gave him the peace sign.
“Miss McFerrin saved your life?” McTruthowitz said.
“Yes, she did. She’s a good girl. Don’t believe none of that stuff that red-skinned guy is saying. He’s—”
Ladouche shot up. “Mr. Bettendorf, you’re sharp for your age. When was the last time you had an eye exam?”
“Three years ago.”
“Objection!” I cried. “This isn’t relevant at all, Your Honor.”
“Overruled,” McTruthowitz said. “I smell a key fact. Ladouche, continue your questioning.”
“Do you wear glasses, Waldo?”
“No. They make my nose itch.”
“So you weren’t wearing your glasses on the day in question?”
“No.”
“How close did the driver really come to hitting you?”
“Well, pretty darn close!”
“But you weren’t wearing your glasses. I wouldn’t say you were in a position to gauge distan
