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hile Mr. Tindall was in the kitchen, I slipped my notebook out of my back pocket and into my lap. Isaiah gave me a small nod. Last night, we had talked about whether we should ask Mr. Tindall if we could record him but decided that might be too much for this first conversation. Instead, I said I’d ask if I could take notes.
So when he came back in with three mugs, each with the logo from a different bank in town, I asked, “Mr. Tindall, would you mind if I take some notes on what you say, just so we remember the details later?”
He set the mugs down on the coffee table between us and looked into my eyes as he sat down. “On one condition . . .”
I braced myself for some condition about not telling anyone or doing anything with the information. I really wanted to be able to take some a
