By johnjgeddes on Skatehive
Good judgment comes from experience. And where does experience come from? Experience comes from bad judgment. —Mark Twain He believed him. He was his priest and confessor for fifty years and knew he didn’t murder that little girl. Mrs. Donnelly had taken the call just after lunch and gave him the sad news. “John Ryan’s going to be arrested, Father—he left a message on the phone for you to call.” He immediately telephoned his house. The familiar Irish brogue on the other end of the line was verging on hysteria. “They asked me to get a lawyer and turn myself in, Father. I’m all in a twit to be at Rory O’Hara’s law office now.” “I’m so sorry, John—I can only imagine how you must feel.” “I can’t believe it, Father, after all these years. I told ‘em back in the day I didn’t do it—I was on that train to Chicago when that colleen went missin’. When they closed the case, I figur’d ‘twas the end of it.” The face of the blonde seven year old surfaced in the priest’s mind—the way she appeared on