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Pugsley, here. I've been standing in the wings, so to speak, waiting for my cue, which is coming up pretty soon. As you well know if you read the original confession I urged Rollo to write, I salted that manuscript with my insider's view of an unfolding subplot in his case as it progressed through the Bureau. These were, for the most part, events that Hemphill did not witness and therefore could not report on. He was turning pages into me at our regular parole meetings, and so I became his de facto Maxwell Perkins. Every kid needs an editor, after all — especially these days when none of them have the sense to catch the errors the spell checker misses. Then, too, your first-person memoirist faces the ever-present challenge that he's limited by his own knowledge of the facts.
