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- 24 -The Saturday before cantata Sunday was a dress rehearsal, though no special dress was required. Most of us wore jeans and sweatshirts. I opted for a turtleneck, since my neck still bore traces of Aileen Watkin’s handiwork before she was carted off for psychiatric evaluation. I reflected back on the attack in my office (still an unsolved crime) and wondered about Aileen as a suspect. She obviously hated my guts. And she was surprisingly strong for her size.
And We knew that the boots I got at the Lutheran rummage sale had previously belonged to the culprit, and Aileen was an active member of that church. But she was probably not over five feet tall, and I couldn’t imagine that my size eight bargain boots from the church sale would fit such a petite woman. Likely she shopped f
