Revenge is sweet. But in realizing how many tapes must have been made, recalling the many years which Antoinette plied her craft in the basement of the Flatbush Avenue brownstone, I now know that they either still exist or someone took great effort to dispose of what must have been a massive collection which commanded a good deal of space. The recordings were made before the days of compact disc technology which would have served to greatly reduce the physical area required for storage. No, I suspect that a sizable box would be required to store just one month’s evidence... and Antoinette thrashed away for years before attaining legitimate work post law school.
I decide to take a leisurely Sunday drive. It is Springtime with the flora providing verdant scenes of renewal and the fauna acti
