Vara frowned. “This is turning into a very long confession.”
“It’s not a confession,” I told her. “Remember, it’s my statement. And it covers a substantial length of years.”
statement. “Fine,” Vara said, “but it’s turning into a long statement, and we’re running out of time.”
statement“I’m not,” I said, my eyebrows knitting together. “In fact, I have nothing but time. If you need to, you can tell the judge that you got tired, listening to my statement,” I emphasized the word, “and you left it half heard.”
butstatement,“That’s not it!” Vara protested. “Believe it or not, I’m fairly interested in hearing what you have to say. For more reasons than you’d think.”
“What an incredibly normal thing to say.” I made a show of examining my fingernails. “Maybe when you’re my age, you’ll realize
