Walking into a meeting room ahead of a bunch of people. The door is almost shut and won’t open. I take my pants off and squeeze in. Open it and quickly go into a side room and close the door. Go over to the corner and start to open the hidden door. Someone is opening the other side and comes through-Bob Bertog! follows-they want to hear the deposition. I go out and walk into the kitchen. Someone I know is there and she knows the boy giving the testimony. Apparently he got abused by the defendant for years. She tells his story, then he comes running in.
My exciting life, this place