THE RIDDLES LIVE ON the edge of town is a smallish-sized farmhouse behind a tall wood fence. We pull up to the gate and I get out to open it, even as Helen calls them to let them know that we’re coming in. Because of this warning, both the Riddle adults meet us outside on the front porch.
“Father,” Mr. Riddle says without preamble, “you’re welcome to come on in, but the Chief there is not.”
This takes me aback and I am trying to think of what to say when he continues, “We know our rights in this family and we know that she cannot come in our home without a warrant.”
Before I can say anything, Helen pipes up with a pleasant smile and says, “You’re absolutely right, Mr. Riddle, and it does my heart good to hear you say that. Far too many people these days are ignorant of the law and it le
