PART 2: MY GRANDSON THREW A FAKE SNAKE AT ME ON THE STAIRS. BY NIGHTFALL, HIS MOTHER LEARNED WHOSE HOUSE SHE WAS LAUGHING IN
Susan asked whether I was certain. I looked at the red mark around my wrist, remembered Tyler’s phone pointed at me while I struggled on the stairs, and said, “I’m upset, but I’m not confused.” She told me she could be at the house around seven-thirty, and when I ended the call, my hands were…