We sneak up to the SLATE gray wall. It is oh so tempting. With a quick nod of agreement, we take out our SPRAY cans and get started. Acting fast, we each paint. Our words were SAUCY, but not vulgar; SASSY, but not aggressive. We liked to believe that is why they were left up longer than some graffiti.

Georg’ann

Detective Marsh had an AGILE mind. It bent, leapt, and stretched in ways that were impossible to follow. How she kept TRACK of so many seemingly insignificant details was a marvel. She never wrote anything down and yet was able to make connections from all the minutia stored in ways that connected obscure dots toward a clear picture. In all her work, she was always HAPPY when she could rule out a NANNY. That was a sacred trust she idealized, having been raised by a beloved one herself. Her DADDY had needed quite a bit of help after her mother died, working long, unpredictable hours. A detective’s job is not particularly compatible with single parenting a smart and SASSY child, though clearly they were cut of the same cloth. While he taught her a lot, he delighted in all the ways she came to surpass him. Like us all, he was in awe of her abilities.

Heather