Later, sinking back into sleep, I think there may be just an awful lot I don’t remember about Angela. Maybe we’d be better off not knowing everything. Is everyone’s life as messy as my own?
I turn onto my stomach, wishing futilely, like most people I know, I could undo some things.
Wednesday afternoon I receive a call at my office from Tommy, who confides to me in a less than confident voice that his family has decided to allow him to instruct his cousin Eddie to encourage his workers in the plant to talk with me.
Buoyed by the miracle of my client’s finally realizing just how stupid it was to allow a third party to make a decision about the future of his children and accepting the agreement we’d hammered out a week ago, I try to think of how to keep Tommy from suddenly changing his mind. I begin by asking if he has been made aware that a former employee named Vie Worthy had threatened his father less than a month before he died.
When he says he hasn’t, I add, “He probably wasn’t the only person angry at your father, either. There’s never been a person who didn’t overestimate his charms as a boss.”
Perhaps pausing to consider that I could be right. Tommy finally asks, “How does Bledsoe explain the phone call he made from the plant?”
Tommy isn’t going to forget anything and neither will a jury.
“He swears he didn’t do it.
Maybe she misunderstood him,” I say.
“Maybe it wasn’t him she heard. I just want to be able to open up some communication with people like her.” For all I know, she killed Willie and is framing Class ; however, women don’t usually commit premeditated murder with a knife.