“Detective Pederssen called. That bastard’s trial for k********g and causing bodily harm is set for June 5th in Calgary,” Bessie’s father says quietly, drying the dinner dishes.
“Terrance Blacksmith. Does Bessie have to testify?” Heather can’t hide the worry from her eyes. She sets down a plate in the drainer.
“Yes, afraid so. But I think she will want to confront him. She’s a strong girl. Why doesn’t Leif ever talk about his family?” Art changes the subject. “I mean, he seems like a nice, quiet fellow. But I’ve never once heard him mention his parents, or brothers or sisters, aunts, uncles, friends or—”
“It is rather odd,” Heather agrees, adding more dirty dishes to her sink. “You’d think especially at Christmastime you would hear him say something like he misses them or—”
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