Chapter 16
I WAS LOST IN reflection when I heard my name called. I obediently got up and followed a bailiff into the courtroom, where I was sworn in and instructed to sit in the witness chair. I didn’t even glance in the direction of the defense table while I was being sworn in. Willard ran me through a series of basic questions—name, education, profession, etcetera, etcetera. Then he began to get specific in terms of how I’d met Rosalie and other particulars. At that point, he got to the meat of things.
“How many times did you and the defendant go out together?” Willard said.
“A total of twenty-six times over a seven-month period.”
“That’s a very precise answer. How can you be so certain?”
“All of my social engagements are on my calendar—it wasn’t difficult to review the calendar and
