Fidelity
I said, keeping my voice low, "they can still call you. I think they can still question you."
"But I can't say nothing. If I do, Mr. Fitzgerald will be angry."
"The law is more powerful than Mr. Fitzgerald." Even as I said the words, I heard my uncertainty. Legally what I said was true. No private agreement could supersede the law. The law always won. Just like the song said. And then I recalled another old song, one Jane used to listen to. The singer had red hair, Vicky someone. She sang about a 'backwoods judge in Georgia who had bloodstains on his hands.' I even believed that Reba McEntire did a cover of the song. Suddenly it had new meaning.
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