A narrow strip of verdant lawn lined the sidewalk in front, and a row of alders delicately camouflaged the small one-story facility. Once inside the station, curious stares greeted our little group—three senior women with a German shepherd and a tall man carrying a tiny Maltese with a rhinestone barrette. A blowsy secretary snickered as we passed, but a hard stare from Franklin shut her up. Somewhere between Cottage Grove and Springfield, he’d gotten rid of the Copenhagen, and his lip was flat again. He opened the door to a conference room and gestured for us to enter. Then he and the young trooper joined us. Lucy, Birdie, Jazz, and I arranged ourselves in a protective huddle at the far end of a long table laminated in brown wood-grained plastic. Jazz leaned over and whispered, “I’m surprised, with all the trees in Oregon, they don’t use real wood for their furniture. And what’s with these beige walls? Don’t they realize that color paint, along with those fluorescent lights, sucks the life right out of a person’s cheeks?”
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