I'm not going to say much about this notice to my mother, telling her that she might be called to testify at my father's trial. I wonder what it must have been like for her, taking care of my father and getting him to court on time while knowing, all along, that she'd be called as witness to his crimes. 

I think I'll leave it at that and come back to this branch of the labyrinth later. Maybe a whole lot later. Maybe after my mom is gone, too.