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The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

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Her name was Yolanda Briggs, and I had transcribed her cases for nine years before I retired. She had been a young ADA when I met her, sharp and impatient and prone to talking faster than my machine could comfortably take, and I had gone back to her office more than once to tell her to slow down.

She was a division chief now.

When I called her direct continue reading …

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