I was still gawking at the shoe in Aiden’s hand when Betty spoke again. “Oh yes, Mr. Katz,” she said. Her eyes were shining with so much sincerity, I was almost convinced of it myself. “That's definitely my shoe. I remember it, clear as day!”

I wanted to laugh. Somebody needed to get this woman an award, because she was so dedicated to her role. There was about as much chance of that shoe fitting Betty as there was of me suddenly developing grace and ...